This entry is not about squirrels. Not really.
I've been talking to my mom on the phone a lot lately. So much so that sometimes I'm convinced she may be screening my calls. Would she do that to her baby daughter? Eh... Probably.
Last night, I was bored out of my gourd. So much so that even sports couldn't entertain me. That is bad for me. So, I harassed my mom (again!) via telephone.
Mom: So, what names are you guys thinking of?
We're Midwesterners, so we end many sentences with prepositions.
Me: Dagmar or Peotr.
The Targo's family is of Polish-descent.
Mom: NO YOU'RE NOT! What are you really thinking?
Me: Well, those were the worst Northern/Eastern European names we could come up with. Well, Peotr and Wojciech (Voy-tek) are tied.
Again with the preposition. And also, if you know any Dagmars, Peotrs, or Wojciechs ... we mean no harm. This was something we had planned to tell The Targo's parents. But he's afraid they won't think it's funny.
Me: Really, we're not telling anyone the names on our list.
Mom: Why not?!
Me: Well, everyone has an opinion and we want it to be a surprise.
Mom: You two are the most secretive people I know. I swear, we wouldn't know your address if you hadn't needed help moving.