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Guess Who's Adopting A Kid?

Me!

Well, me and my wife Robin.

While the grammar police decide whether to issue me a warning or just plain give me a ticket for that last sentence ... I don't really care. Sorry. Too busy celebrating/freaking out about looming responsibility.

It's pretty cool, actually. This will be a grand new adventure.

My friend Jeff voiced his concern however, and rightfully so, that I - me, floydjoy, the goofball he's known since forever - would be responsible for another human. While I understand he was largely joking, let me just say ... concern noted. In fact, I've got that same feeling myself.

Anyhoo, come late July, a little bundle of floydjoy will be here. A little boy. Nope, no names yet. Okay, some fun, obviously NOT suggestions that have been offered up:

"Copen" Eggen
Worf Tiberius Eggen
Jack Bauer Eggen
Landry Staubach Eggen
Indiana Eggen
Brett Favreneggen

Yup. That's me, baby, all class.

Comments

  1. RadiantPet.Com1:24 AM

    Congratulations on your adoption. My little boy is adopted, it's so wonderful:)

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  2. Cathy Hutchison1:24 PM

    Hmmm....names....

    Greg Eggen. Yep! Fun to say. Even more fun to say than Trey Wingo.

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  3. Cathy Hutchison1:27 PM

    No! Wait! Xander. You totally and completely have to consider it!!!

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  4. floydjoy10:23 PM

    Actually, a new one is now on the table: Copernicus.

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