A Tale of Two Cybils

August 19, 2009

The day after making that post, me, my hersbian, and my mil went out to dinner. Everyone was in a good mood. Talking about the events of the day, as well as yesteryear. MIL wasn’t silent, I wasn’t bratty, wifebian wasn’t talking ad nauseum about school.

Waiting for dinner to come, digging on wine, beer, iced tea and appetizers mil mentioned that her father’s last name was Barret. I said, “That’s a great name, we should tell [middle sil]” “Yes,” she said, making eye contact and smiling. Middle sil is trying to conceive. Her baby names and reproductive health are a subject of consistent conversation.

I said, “What do you think about Cybil as a baby name?”

“You’re thinking about that as a baby name,” she said.

“Uh-huh. I mean, I imagine it would be complicated with [fil]’s mom being named Cybil and that relationship being so complicated and then, there’s the passed away Cybil (mil’s mother) being so dear and so missed.”

“Well, you know, they are spelled differently,” she said.

And that was it for that.


One Response to “A Tale of Two Cybils”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: