Only the one of me with either my full birth or married name, and 335 or fewer total people with my birth surname -- oddly, most of them aren't related to me; the name is an originally Greek Ellis Island contraction that happens to coincide with an originally someplace-else-completely Ellis Island contraction. All the actual Greek-American birth-surname people in the US are my immediate family. If we want to extend our meager rule, my brothers had better get to breeding right the hell now.
Happy birthday, Shir!
Happy anniversary, Sheryl!
ION, it is true, as Hec reports, that Matilda lifting her arms and pleading "Holdie?" does indeed melt me. I defy anyone to refrain from melting under those circumstances; in fact, I'm melting now just thinking about it.
Also true that feathers fill her with horror and disgust. Though not on birds or in hats. A strutting pigeon or waddling duck or jaunty little cocktail hat is just fine with her; a feather just sitting there not attached to anything is terrifying (also featherdusters; if you have a featherduster and we're planning a visit, please hide it or she will flip out like a mammal).