That's what Charm City Daddy told me yesterday morning when I was brushing my teeth before church.
Thinking that he was joking, I laughed and said "Yeah." Then I paused, looked in the mirror, and turned back to him and said with a mouth full of toothpaste "Were you kidding, or uh?"
He was not joking. He wants to name our next daughter Lucy.
My sister's cat's name is Lucy. She is a mess. Literally. She was taken from her mama too early and doesn't know how to groom more than her face and thus has dreadlocks like Bob Marley. (Sorry to put your biznass in the streets sis--but everyone knows it). My sister takes Lucy to the groomer and pretends she's a stray cat that she just found. I'm sure it's been a task to find a different groomer everytime for the past what 14 years sis? Everytime I see Lucy the cat I laugh myself to tears. You would to. She's really sweet too, and tip toes.
I tend to like the name Lucy as it makes me laugh and think of Lucille Ball and of course the rastafarian cat.
I'll have to let this one settle in for a while. No worries we have plenty of time before number two.
Love the name Lucy! You've got a husband with good taste!ReplyDelete
Thanks Rachel! Thanks for visiting a small-timer's blog. :)ReplyDelete
Hmmm...well technically if you want to be on the Renzi plan and Miss Olivia is about 3 months...you should be making an announcement soon! Wait...that would just be crazy! Can you imagine...who does that! BTW I like the name Lucy too! :)ReplyDelete