So, wait - Bride is at a doctor appointment for le bebe, and I am hoping that some gum-snapping 23 year old nurse doesn't absent-mindedly let go with the news of baby's gender. We don't wanna know! We have names picked out for everything, barring a hermaphrodite.
That said, will venture that if we have another baby at some point it will be a boy, and, in deference to my refreshed obsession with Suede (thanks to re-issues, of which more next week - you can't wait!) and the fact that we are going to Virginia for the 4th as we do every year and that it was around last year's trip that Imperial Bedrooms came out (and was so very lousy, in the best possible way!), I say we name a boy Brettt, with three t's. Can't decide between the single Bret as in Ellis or the two as in Anderson.
The Bride's going to set me on fire when she reads this, so maybe there will be just the one.
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