This afternoon while harmlessly feeding amongst the tall grass of Schei Slopes, Mr. Wiggles was mistaken for his twin brother, Dr. Jiggles. Born as Harris P. Wiggles, Dr. Jiggles' name was, sadly enough, misspelled on his postgraduate diploma. Being a portly fellow (and not very well liked due to his tendency to reveal the endings of movies before one has had the pleasure of seeing it) as well as his odd ability to name every muscle in one's body from head to toe within 45 seconds he earned himself the name 'Dr. Jiggles'.
"Jig. You're a dead man."
"Please no! My name is Henry P. Wiggles. You've been mistaken!"
"Jig, you can't fool me. But I'll let you go this once."
Its never easy for Mr. Wiggles. He'll be the first to tell you he enjoys to take the edge off every so often.
3 comments:
Krista... I'm concerned. Are you doing okay? Your last 2 blogs have involved pigs, now you are naming them. Do you need some girl time, without kids? Or a white coat that we can wrap around you and strap you to a bed? HA! Your blog still cracks me up!!! Keep it up! Love you!!!
I think that pig is going to have many more adventures. Seriously, write a book. You are too funny.
That was fantastic! Mr. Wiggles really comes alive in front of the camera, I could learn a thing or two from him ...
Thanks for this wonderful opportunity to laugh to the point of tears.
Rachel
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