Zoe ,'The Train Job'
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Yep. I mean, not that I give them any sort of thanks for it, because I really would rather have had a name that's... a name.
OMG, THOUGH! She keeps saying with derision, "People said we should have named you Esme!" as if Esme (my great-grandmother's name) is this horrible, awful, burden of a name, rather than ONE OF MY CHILD'S MIDDLE NAMES.
Note: I'd have been perfectly fine being named Esme.
I have to say I derive too much enjoyment at your constant state of face palming consternation at your mother's tactlessness. It's a dynamic worthy of some witty George Kaufman play.
Plei, I like your mum, but she is ... wacky. Frequently wrong in the head.
Of course, my dad had me convinced my middle name was Vegomatic. I didn't get proof it wasn't until I was 16.
Totally a lemur.
Tickybox Squeakaboo, Lemur Princess!
Plei, your mom is the only person I've seen whose tactlessness rivals my aunt's. It's glorious.
My sister thought her middle name was Ceiling, for many years (it's Celia).
Plei, your mom is the only person I've seen whose tactlessness rivals my aunt's. It's glorious.
She was the youngest of five girls, and at least three of the five were entirely missing the tact gene.
I am wearing several layers of clothing, and a fleece hat. I am indoors.
If my aunt Mary was on fb, they could have a tactless off. You mom makes me laugh and laugh and think of Mary...
I actually know(of) two men named Cloves, actually, Jilli. One was a newspaper editor who had the dubious "honor" of receiving my red-and-green resume in a Christmas card during my "Ya gotta have a HOOK!1" job-hunting period after college, and his son, Cloves Campbell, Junior, is a Democratic legislator.