My middle name should be Cleopatra

I spent most of today diligently not looking out the windows, trying to deny the fact that it was snowing. While driving in to work, I pretended that what I was seeing was dandelion fluff. Yeah, that's it - dandelion fluff. Couldn't be anything else...

*sigh*

Actually, my middle name is Grace. It's a name I'm very happy with, since I picked it out myself. When I was born, my parents gave me a superfluous first name and always called me by my middle name. This caused all kinds of problems for the extremely shy child that I was, from having to explain to teachers that I went by my middle name to being taunted by schoolmates with accusations that I couldn't even keep my name straight. So, when I married the first time, I ditched the first name, took my middle name as first name, maiden name as my middle name, and his last name.
When the divorce rolled around, my lawyer told me I got a free legal name change as part of the deal. I decided to go back to my maiden name, but without the original first name. So, I needed a new middle name.
I dithered and dithered and dithered. Nothing sounded right. The hearing was getting closer and closer, and I still couldn't come up with a name.
Then one evening I tripped over something (probably my own feet), and in my head I heard a friend's voice saying (as he so often did. I'm clumsy...) "Well, Grace is not your middle name."
"Aha!" I thought. "But it could be!"
And that was that.

Didn't help me much in the clumsiness department, though.