Speaking of names, my coworker named her daughter Maayan. Her husband is Israeli, but I feel like that's going to be a little difficult in the U.S.

Honestly, the situation where I feel like I know what this is like is not so much about me and dating, as almost anything I would say to imply that I ever have is considered quite shocking to able-bodied people. But my mom works for this teacher who is not only a conservative, but a birther. We are latte-sipping, Olbermann-loving, blog-haunting liberals. In theory, right, keeping politics out of the workplace is easy. In practice, it's harder as, well, she's always advising Mom about sales at Wal-Mart and television shows for the 8 ET viewing hour and whatnot. You don't realize how much you talk about something till you feel like you've got to hide it.

I'm getting stir-crazy enough that I decided that the fact that I have half a jar of salsa but no tortilla chips constituted reason for me to venture out in snowmageddon. Even in my neighborhood, right in the middle of a bunch of government buildings, a lot of roads aren't plowed yet, or roads that normally have three lanes in each direction just have one lane plowed, total. Most sidewalks are shoveled. Exceptions: The American Foreign Service Association and the Embassy of Bosnia and Herzegovenia.

Also, Foggy Bottom is suffering from a woeful lack of tortilla chips that are not coated in cheesy powder. I got potato chips instead, plus frozen burritos and the last few yellow bananas.

I recently discovered I have a new cousin named "Saga." My sister's reply to my "Seriously????" was "Want to know what it means in Swedish? Long story."

Hmmph.

She's cute, but why do that to her?

But, but, why they gotta name World's Cutest Football Baby "Baylen." That's not a name, people! That's what you do to hay, or a leaky boat!

I asked that too, but apparently it's a family name.

Fujita's daughters were also adorable -- no headphones, but 2-year-old twins with jerseys and pigtails.

Our cousin gave her son the middle name "Wane." And this was on purpose--knowing that there is a perfectly good spelling of the name.

I actually think people at work assume that I am a closeted lesbian because I am not married and don't really date. I do talk about my family, though, but it is my mom.

Heck, my mom asked me a few years ago if I was gay, for the same reasons (not married, don't date, and also that I've spoken openly about having gay friends and being supportive of gay rights). I assured her that if I was, I would have come out years ago, but I'm not. I then had to educate her on the Kinsey scale because in my assurance, I stated that my Kinsey rating is damn close to as straight as you can get.

Our cousin gave her son the middle name "Wane." And this was on purpose--knowing that there is a perfectly good spelling of the name.

This makes me wonder if the next child will have the middle name "wax".

This makes me wonder if the next child will have the middle name "wax".

Me too.