One blessing that our little family received during the difficult month of December was that Fiddledaddy booked a national Universal Theme Park commercial. Which pretty much means that he got paid to frolic and ride roller coasters all day.
Not a bad way to eek out a living.
I know for a fact that you pretty much have to have a strong constitution to act in a commercial such as this, because often you must ride said roller coaster ad nauseum.
Nauseum would be operative.
This is why you would never have ever seen me in any commercial (during the starving acting years) demonstrating the fun to be had riding, say, the Teacups at Disney World.
Think Linda Blair in The Exorcist.
Fortunately, Fiddledaddy has a caste iron stomach. Which comes in pretty handy being married to me.
Anyhoo. Go here to view one version of the commercial. It just began airing. And yes, that’s my husband demonstrating a cannon ball.
His talent knows no bounds.