Rebaptizing my teenybopper


Yes! She’s officially a teenager now. And that also means I can’t call her ‘Brat’ any more. I gave her the name when she was three months old, rolling herself over to dicey edges and corners of beds and threatening to summon me to a lifetime on my toes. Can’t call her that no more! No...oo...ooo…ooo!

She needs to get a new name on my blog. Considering the funny bone she has steadily been nursing, I think I want to christen her Funny Bone (FB). Honestly I’ve been a barren of laughs in this cruel cruel lockdown, thanks only to FB.

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