So, after last year's epically successful surprise party brother dearest and I planned, I'm in the early stages of planning another one - no worries, the futurely surprised person doesn't read my blog. It's going to be harder to keep this secret because I have to see them every day. If this goes as well as I expect, I'm going to change my career to party planner. xx
Before Dan arrived
So, I don't eat pork, and as far as I'm concerned and when anyone asks, I never have and I never will. About three times a week I'm asked why, and frankly I don't have an answer other than I DON'T WANT TO AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! Though, pork is assuredly a vegetable in Vietnam. Bleh.
Me: If [the royal baby] is a girl they might name it Charlotte, which I disapprove of - because even though I want to name my daughter (Laila) Ruth, I like Charlotte (Charlie for short), too.
Jess: Laila ? No ! But Charlotte is nice, yes
Me: Laila Ruth, say it out loud - it's cute and it flows when you're mad
Jess: Muslim and Jewish, will not be easy for her
Me: Well, certainly no one will ask her why she doesn't eat pork!
Jess: haha no!
