When our kids were young, we used to play word games at dinner. I’d unearthed my old box of vocabulary cards from Jr. High and we’d attempt to learn a new word together each day. (The success of that one came and went, to be honest.) More likely, we’d get silly and play alphabet games. I still remember our son struggling to think of a food that began with the letter X. He came up with Xavier Cugat-prepared salad which sent us all howling. I can’t imagine that he had any idea who Xavier Cugat was, as DB and I barely knew ourselves.
We’d also toss out alliterative adjectives to go with our first or last names. I remember coming up with Marvelous Mary. That one didn’t catch on.
Occasionally, I still dust off some of those silly names, batt my eyes, and use them with Dearly Beloved. I did so last week when I forwarded to him an article I’d found online.
I wish I hadn’t.
Since I am the Neighborhood Watch coordinator for our area, my computer is loaded with several hundred e-mail addresses of people I don’t actually know–police, college officials, city council people, as well as friends and neighbors, not to mention that string of names which stick when someone sends me a group e-mail without using the BCC feature. I try to be extra observant when sending e-mails because sometimes my computer auto-fill sneaks in names that definitely aren’t the intended recipients.
I fear that’s what happened to the article meant for Dearly Beloved. He’s checked his Inbox several days now and it simply isn’t there.
Even though I don’t recall what it was that I sent nor have any idea who might have received it, I do have a searing recollection of the name I filled in as Sender:
Perchance, did any of you receive a mysterious forwarded article from someone named LUSCIOUS…?