Oh! I'm sorry to hear that. That's absolutely
tragical, if you'll allow me to say so. (And yes, someone's rereading her Green Gables books.)
Wow. We've some interesting family stories, but the most disturbing ones aren't even completely known to us. The only one that's really safe to tell is that I've a vaguely cousin named
Misty who lives in Florida and tries to be a rapper. I've never met her, but my mother thinks it's hilarious (needless to say,
Misty is on my father's side of the family) that I've got a white female rapper in the family.
I like the name
Gary, though with
Barry, it's more than a little painful.
Barry is much too Gibb for me to appreciate, whether with a rhyming brother or without.
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"What are these parents thinking?...Let's name her Madison--she'll live in her own world: 16 square miles surrounded by reality." -- Susan Lampert Smith