My baby sister, Michelle, (well...younger sister, Paiten's the baby) is having a girl, a simply unprecedented event, due to the fact that out of my blood brothers and sisters, we have no girls in the family. Not only that, but she's decided to name my neice Emma, which is probably the BEST girl name ever. EVER.
So, after being laid off (so to speak) by Starbucks, she was worried about a crib.
Before we go any further, I want to point out that my sister can be clueless sometimes, maybe a little rash or forward, but she is *always* funny. Always. And so, when I offered to buy the crib, she thought about what she wanted, shopped around, and called to tell me she had found an exciting crib! So, in my excitement to see what it was, I asked her what it was:
Talk about a mouthful. We made several jokes about how long the name was, and flirted with the idea of shortening it to a code word, like BJ, but that didn't exactly jive with baby room happiness. *cough*
I'm excited to help her out.
I'm thinking of also getting her this bed set since she is adamant that we not get pink and brown. She so hated the combo that I think she gave herself a contraction thinking about it.
Little Emma will be bought and sold to me in the form of bribery. Bwahahaha. Just kidding.
As you can tell, Lilo and Stitch are thick as thieves (and they are thieves) and pretty much ignore the existence of poor Brian and I. Alas, what shall we do? I've also noticed attacks on the toe regions have risen sharply-we've invested in reinforcements (in the form of squirt guns) to keep the enemies at bay, but they are wily, and know the under-the-bed region better than we can ever hope to.
Finally, the best thing about working where I do, is I'm across the way from Starbucks. Yessssssss.
