A Legg By Any Other NameThursday, July 17, 2014 Posted by Debbie Legg
I was 13 when Charles and I started dating. He was a great guy then, and still is.
The problem was his last name.
“If we got married my name would be Debbie Legg. [long pause] Nah, that’s not going to work.”
I know, right? You can literally hear the laughter from heaven. Picture with me The God of Angel Armies, one hand pointing toward me, the other one slapping His knee, saying, “BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Just you wait, My Child, just you wait.”
Seven years later I married Clinton Legg (no relation).
Charles and his fiancée, Valerie, decided the “coincidence” was fun enough to graciously invite us to their wedding. We spent the reception being introduced as The Leggs Who Were Not Related.
Of course, being me, I had to clarify and add, “That’s correct! We’re the right Leggs.”
Ya just can’t make this stuff up.
God has continued to use me as a source of laughter.
“Let’s make city girl Debbie a farmer’s wife!” (I have enough material to write a sitcom but they already made Green Acres)
“Let’s give her a second Miracle Baby! So what if she is 37?” (Covering the gray hair alone is gonna cost me a fortune)
“Debbie, I have the perfect name for your production company—Talk Your Legg Off.” (It doesn’t mean I always do, only that I can)
Stay tuned. Maybe His next adventure for me will be called Pulling Your Legg...