So I have this shirt.
“Momma, you have a follow up with Dr. R. on Tuesday, how’s your knee feeling?”
I spent some time on the phone today calling a couple different companies inquiring about phone, internet, and TV service because my bill had become outrageous – to the tune of $270 a month.
Me, to Wilson: “Look at this!”
Ok, so! I have a (slightly[probably only to me]) amusing story to tell you about my adventures today. But it’s one of those stories that you need to hear about three different back stories on, so bear with me.
brother from another mother closest work friend Wilson just told me this week that his wife is expecting their second child. I reacted in the typical girl fashion; that is to say I squealed, clapped my hands, jumped up and down, and tackle/hugged him until he said, “Okay, okay, shh.”
I tend to get excited at good news. Ask my BFF J, who gave me the same news as Wilson did earlier this week and I almost dropped the phone. (Yep, I’m going to be ‘Aunt Jenn’ again, I’m so thrilled for J & E. I’m also not drinking the water, because. Dude. So many babies!)
Anyway. With impending baby news comes impending ‘What are we going to name the baby’ speculation, and Wilson wasted no time combing websites looking for names for his (possibly) baby boy. I rallied for Lucius. As in Malfoy. Wilson’s wife J shot it down hard. Sad Panda.
They’re looking for a name that goes with their chosen middle name (a family name), Justice, which just made this the most awesome game ever. I’ve taken to inter-office emailing him when inspiration strikes. Here are just a few of my favorites.
Subj: I’ve Got It.
Knight Ryder Wilson.
Subj:Re:I’ve Got It.
Stark Justice Wilson.
Dude. You are FUCKING WELCOME.
Steel Justice Wilson.
AM BABY-NAMING GENIUS. NEED TO WRITE BOOK ON NAMING BABIES.
Didn’t get a reply to this one, actually.
Big mistake, Wilson. Huge.
Now I start to get desperate.
TRIPPER. AS IN JACK.
You know, Three’s Company?
The hell? THIS IS BABY-NAMING GOLD. YOU ARE MISSING OUT, MR. WILSON.
The Hail Mary:
I’m entirely underappreciated.
Wilson told me later that so far he and J are liking the name Logan.
“Like Wolverine, snikt snikt?” I said, hopefully, making Wolverine hands (like jazz hands! Only with pantomiming Adamantium claws!)
“As in Wolverine, snikt snikt.”
“I suppose that’s fine.”