I have heard that so many times.
Ok, it’s actually, “Ivy Bliss, is that your name? It’s lovely.”
Yes. Ivy Bliss is my name. My first and middle name. I tend to just go by that, my last name is difficult to spell – not because it is hard, but because it could be spelled in so many different ways, due to phonetics. Also because when people see it on paper, it is always said wrong.
And, of course, there’s a story behind it. My parents are not hippies. That’s me, remember?
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However, my dad met Buddy Hackett, and his daughter, who was very young, maybe four or five at the time. This little girl fell in love with my dad. Her name was Ivy. And for some reason, it stuck.
On their way to the agency to pick me up, they stopped to get something to eat. Their waitress’s name was Bliss. And it worked with Ivy.
So there you go, I am Ivy Bliss.