Good Ole What's-Her-Name

Dr. Carter used to jokingly refer to Mrs. Carter as "Good Ol' What's Her Name." They sometimes joked this way, but I also recall the day that Dr. Carter told a class of sophomores that if anyone ever disrespected his wife, He would use Judo on them. He was deathly serious and I knew for a fact that he really would.

Anyway... I digress down a little memory path. But the point of my entry today is that this lady needs a name...after all, she's not just a body! She needs the dignity of a moniker. You see, my old model was named Alice. Donna found her at some remote estate sale in Michigan and brought her home to me. Unfortunately, her nuts and bolts worked themselves loose from all the work I expected of her, and for the past few months, she has modeled with a droopy hip and hunched shoulders. She found secondary employment holding the sign in my Heartwood booth...it's much more stationary work and better suited to her joint issues.

Robb suggested Flo, but it doesn't fit. So I need to give this mannequin a name. C'mon. Amuse me. I have kids home for spring break doing things like ...making mud pies and then climbing into my white cloaked bed. I need the distraction desperately.