That's not my name

Yesterday, Puppy and I went to a celebratory lunch for Flabs's daughter, who received her Hebrew name in a ceremony the prior evening. I hadn't been to Flabs's parents' house in probably a decade, but it was comforting to see that little had changed, including the family portraiture with creative poses and the maternity series.

Anyhoo, it was a lovely brunch with lots of little kids running around. Flabs and her husband gave their six-week old daughter some kind of lovely name which I cannot remember, pronounce or spell. I had hoped she would receive a name derived from the designer of Flabs's bat mitzvah dress. Something like ... Yessica McClintach!