Here is how I suggest names...
Me: (via text) Paloma!!!! I love it!
Me: (via email) Name that baby December.
Me: (to myself) Hmmmm. Maybe Parvati? Like the chick on Survivor. Wait. Parvati. Parvati. Sounds too much like poverty. Speaking of which, when am I going to get paid?
Sadly, all I've gotten to name lately is our new Christmas Betta fish.
Which I promptly named Moscone. And in a matter of minutes the name had been morphed into Macaroni -because I have kids and they have the upper hand. So stick a feather in your cap, Yankee Doodle. And it seems like a fitting to express the sorrowful passing of Bubbless. Which Erik killed. In his sleep. And only made it appear like the fish was found floating at the top of it's bowl the next morning. Crafty, that one. And maniacal.
So, not to make it seem like I'm forecasting the death of