You grew up in the south, without too much money. Always wanted to be someone, and have more. Went to state U, joined mediocre sorority. Married a gov employee, live outside the beltway, still dreaming of being upper class--hence the names that in your youth denoted the upper crust. Also, you (or your mother) watched a lot of soap operas. |
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DS: Elliot
DD: Sabrina |
THANK YOU! I needed that laugh. |
Jewish hipster. |
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Ha ha, that's great. I don't mind meeting dogs named Heidi but we once saw a cow named Heidi and that was too much Heidi hated ballet because she is a tomboy, which I much prefer to girly girls. I'd love to be a SAHM.
We're both US-born but my parents are from Austria. |
You weren't very popular in high school, though you desperately wanted to be. You were a good musician, though. You went to a preppy college, along the lines of BC. You moved to DC and later met DH while playing kickball on the mall. You now enjoy a solidly upper middle class lifestyle and still get drunk with the old kickball team. |
I pray you have a boy. Although, Whit is not much better than Shelby. |
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Alexander
Christopher |
Shelby. Steel Magnolias your favorite movie? Mustang your favorite car? Whit...less? OMG, the poor kids. |
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DC1: Sebastian DC2: Beatrice DC3: Walter |
NP here. I once met a goat with my name (which isn't a very common name at all). Unfortunately, the goat was dying from cancer. I hope I meet a better fate. |
Spencer was the brother on iCarly, the Miranda Cosgrove show on Nickelodeon that had a long run which coincided exactly with my DD's upper elementary and tween years. |
| Alexander and Christopher. You and your spouse are both ex high school athletes (you volleyball, him football) who dreamed of playing in college but didnt' make the cut. You chose an academic school over a potential to play volleyball, and he just wasn't good enough to play. You loathe your office jobs and have pillow talk about buying a food truck together. You have 2 shelter pets and actively encourage people to only adopt rescue dogs while ignoring the leash law unless someone gives you a REALLY dirt look. You fear that one of your boys may want a motorcycle one day. And your husband sits in big box store parking lots after work some days to "decompress" before coming home since his commute is so short |