everything in our house has a name. The dogs' squeak toys? Aren't just toys, no! They're Bill E. Goat and Simon Squirrel and (my favorite) Arthur Squonkerrelli. The coyote that comes into our yard? Wiley. The hawk? Henry. Last night, there was an owl. I haven't thought of a name for him yet, but I'm leaning towards Socrates. Say it the right way! I don't feel that I've gone overboard just yet. I haven't named the Dyson or the Tivo. Although, they would be Diane and Carl.
But that would just be cah-razy!
p.s.~ the hot bartender totally called.