I make lots of rounds kissing babies and whatnot. I’m a regular public figure.
A soda by any other name would NOT taste as sweet: The Coca Cola company was so impressed by my awesomeness that they decided to name a fruit-flavored soft drink after me. It apparently tastes good. It also comes in a gazillion flavors, apple mint, sour cherry, and watermelon being just a few of the exotic ones. Speaking of exotic, there is an “exotic” flavored Cappy drink too…right on.
I contain 99% real fruit juice and no added sugar. Take that, Snapple.
I fake left, I go right: There’s a boxing gym in Seattle named after me. No big deal. I’m just wicked buff. I really don’t even know what else to say except this: YO ADRIAN!I find my center…breathe in….namaste…. I’m a super chill, super cute yoga instructor. My name is Peggy. Peggy Cappy.
That name is slightly unfortunate. Hey Peg, think we could change your first name? It might go with my personality better if I were a…well, not Peggy.
I have a big red nose: No, I’m not Rudolph. But I am a clown.
That’s really fitting, actually.
Are you ready? “Cappy and the Clownettes bring tons of fun like balloons! fancy dancy face paint! glitter stencils! hair beads! hair paint! nail art! friendship bracelets! tan-toos for yous! mermaid curls! and more!”
Oh my goodness I am spunky.
I am an artiste! I actually was fortunate enough to see some of Cappy Thompson’s glass work at a museum when I was younger. I emailed her at one point and told her we had the same name and I was thrilled that she emailed me back. She seems like such a lovely woman. Cheers!
And cheers to all those Cappys around the world. Cappys UNITE!