(Gesterling, that is)
I just wanted to say sorry for spilling that cup of grape juice on your newly carpeted stairs in my dream last night. I still feel really bad about it...
But since we're getting stuff off our chests, I really don't like the name of your fourth child, Space Zilfinan, even if he was named after the wonderful Sisters of Mary of the Crucified Zilfinan.
Sorry. I just don't.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
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trippy....
hahahaha!! I just read this. This. is. awesome.
What's uncanny is it almost makes sense to me -- I was visiting my great uncle in CA this weekend (who had white carpet that my sister promptly threw up on the first time we visited his house 20 yrs ago, and we were laughing about it now)
And then he commented on our choice of name for our son, that a name is something someone has to live with and we better watch it ;)
So weird!
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