So last night I had a dream that Susan (my sister-in-law) and Trip had a baby. A girl. And they named her Misty. Misty!!!
In my dream, I was meeting the baby for the first time when we were all (the family) about to go to the Playhouse and then out to eat. It must have been Christmastime and we were going to see Cullen in the Christmas Carol. For some reason, Susan decided to bring the baby to the play and I was so worried because I thought that she would cry and disrupt the production but I was afraid to say anything. Anyway, Jim and I went to pick up Trip and Susan and I walked in and saw the baby and she was so cute. For some reason, I couldn't remember the baby's name and I said, "What did you name her?"
Susan answers, "Misty," and then quickly looks at me to get my reaction. My eyes got real big and then I remembered to smile. Susan goes, "You hate it!"
I tried to cover up but, really, MISTY?! So I said, "What's her middle name?"
Susan goes, "Don't laugh...Michael."
I start nodding and say, "Misty Michael Arbaugh. It's pretty." Then I turn to Jim, widen my eyes and make a crazy face."
Susan, please don't name a baby you may have Misty cause I'll have to call her something else.
In my dream, I was meeting the baby for the first time when we were all (the family) about to go to the Playhouse and then out to eat. It must have been Christmastime and we were going to see Cullen in the Christmas Carol. For some reason, Susan decided to bring the baby to the play and I was so worried because I thought that she would cry and disrupt the production but I was afraid to say anything. Anyway, Jim and I went to pick up Trip and Susan and I walked in and saw the baby and she was so cute. For some reason, I couldn't remember the baby's name and I said, "What did you name her?"
Susan answers, "Misty," and then quickly looks at me to get my reaction. My eyes got real big and then I remembered to smile. Susan goes, "You hate it!"
I tried to cover up but, really, MISTY?! So I said, "What's her middle name?"
Susan goes, "Don't laugh...Michael."
I start nodding and say, "Misty Michael Arbaugh. It's pretty." Then I turn to Jim, widen my eyes and make a crazy face."
Susan, please don't name a baby you may have Misty cause I'll have to call her something else.
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Other options other than misty: M&M, Ghetto baby, busta baby, 50 cent baby and everbodys favorite bad dog baby.
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