I wanted to continue the puppy story:
Bobby and I knew that we wanted to name the puppies something that we would never name our kids. And nothing about how they looked, like Midnight or Caramel. We looked at all sorts of names. Nothing was good enough. And by good enough, I mean funny enough.
Bobby finally suggested two names from one of his video games, Sasha and Natasha. They were the names of two giant guns in the game. I felt that because I wanted the puppies to begin with and I would be paying for them, and I would be taking care of them that I should get to name them, too. We couldn't decide on any other name, however, so I tried to strike a compromise with Bobby. We would name the dogs after those stupid guns if he would change Emma's diapers for a whole week. When he was home. He sighed a huge sigh of relief and said, "I would have agreed to three weeks." Man did I feel gypped. It ended up being only 3 or 4 diapers because he had a really busy week and wasn't home much. Oh well.
Hee hee, Bobby must have really wanted those gun-names.
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