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Sometimes, I wish I would have married the Duchess of Butte-Sechs. We shared so many common interests, she and I.

Sadly, she dumped me for Baron von Ehnel-Pröeb.

I’m almost speechless, basking in those rays of morning sunshine emanating from my most excellent title.  A duchess of all things; I didn’t even dare to dream!  Since I don’t have a blog (I feel the collective sigh of relief), I copied the image to my computer desktop so I can gaze upon it daily (hourly, minute by minute).

Yes, Candy, he is. They hail from the province of Inner Rhym-Giob, if I remember correctly.

Perfect title, Robin!  Too bad your neck is broken in your photo there, but hey, you can’t have everything.

Duchess Twitterpants

As the Duchess of Ehnel-Pfiston (title earned because I recognized the very purple prose of Betrice Small’s Blaze Wyndham), I disavow any family relationship with Baron von Ehnel-Proeb.

:)

jmc

Too bad your neck is broken in your photo there, but hey, you can’t have everything.

Strangely, though, it hasn’t affected the rest of my body.  And, you know, that extra flexibility is mighty welcome, what with my title and all.