When Rob was an itty, bitty toddler, out of the blue he started waking up with nightmares. He kept crying about "The Spindleshay" (I think that is the correct spelling, lol.) Trying to get to the bottom of it, Brad and I quizzed him and learned that Mr. Orlando, one of his teachers at daycare, had told the kids a story and the only thing Rob got from it was 'scary spindleshay'. The only thing I could figure was that the story may have been about Rumpelstiltskin, which I believe makes mention of spinning hay into gold. Or, Mr. Orlando just made up a bunch of crap. Who knows?
Brad and I got a lot of mileage out of The Spindleshay. We envisioned scenarios where we would use it as our name and force people to say it. Like, signing in at the neighborhood Best Cuts with the name and laughing when the creeped out stylist had to say it out loud. Things of that nature...
A couple of weeks ago, I suggested to Brad that the driver who was scheduled to pick us up at LaGuardia be told the name was The Spindleshay. Because the car company is the same that he and Christian always use, I guess he couldn't bring himself to do it. But I had a giggle fit over imagining the poor red-faced driver standing in the baggage claim area with a handwritten sign, "The Spindleshay".
In reality, Brad and I are not as bold as our imaginations. I make do with using TheSpindleshay as my twitter name, and snickering when Brad has to explain to a twitter friend that TheSpindleshay is his mother.
I'm simple that way.
When Rob was an itty, bitty toddler, out of the blue he started waking up with nightmares. He kept crying about "The Spindleshay" (I think that is the correct spelling, lol.) Trying to get to the bottom of it, Brad and I quizzed him and learned that Mr. Orlando, one of his teachers at daycare, had told the kids a story and the only thing Rob got from it was 'scary spindleshay'. The only thing I could figure was that the story may have been about Rumpelstiltskin, which I believe makes mention of spinning hay into gold. Or, Mr. Orlando just made up a bunch of crap. Who knows?
Brad and I got a lot of mileage out of The Spindleshay. We envisioned scenarios where we would use it as our name and force people to say it. Like, signing in at the neighborhood Best Cuts with the name and laughing when the creeped out stylist had to say it out loud. Things of that nature...
A couple of weeks ago, I suggested to Brad that the driver who was scheduled to pick us up at LaGuardia be told the name was The Spindleshay. Because the car company is the same that he and Christian always use, I guess he couldn't bring himself to do it. But I had a giggle fit over imagining the poor red-faced driver standing in the baggage claim area with a handwritten sign, "The Spindleshay".
In reality, Brad and I are not as bold as our imaginations. I make do with using TheSpindleshay as my twitter name, and snickering when Brad has to explain to a twitter friend that TheSpindleshay is his mother.
I'm simple that way.