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I absolutely don't care about the hamster, the name, or who's the asshole. But I did notice the thing about National Vinyl Records Day. Vinyl records are all assholes. I grew up with them. Do I want to have to sit at home, listen to side one, get up, flip the damned thing over, listen to side two, then all the hassle of cleaning it off, holding it by edge, putting it back in its cardboard sleeve, and then pick another? Assholes!

I do miss the artwork, tho.

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Get a ferret, name it after the SIL.

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NTA. Amy the Hamster was here first. SIL can just deal.

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When I was a kid in Detroit (born 1961), I still recall the little hatch by our back door where the milkman would deliver the milk for the day. We kids used to cluster around the inside of the hatch when my mom told us the truck was there, and we would always look through and say "Hi!" to the milkman.

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It kind of shocks me how much a lot of things like this, the mundane details of daily living, have changed just in my lifetime (born 1967). But maybe I'm really feeling my mortality lately.

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It was the 80s. My friend Pam named her dog Reefer. It was much amusement to see and hear Pam’s mom out on the street hollering REEFER! to call the dog. And the time we were at the historic park and the dog went after the horses around the stables and there was Pam shouting after the dog REEFER!!! made the looks we got even dirtier.

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I used to do that too, and I have never had a dog.

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My daughter got a sparkly light blue hedgehog stuffie for her birthday; her brother and she were discussing Sonic. He suggested daughter name it "amy" and she said "no way" (partly because Amy's not blue) Fortunately Mommy came up with a nice compromise. Sonia, Sonic's sister, sits on Daughter's bed, frequently perched on her largest unicorn stuffie

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hey, that's my name! take it back!

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I asked her; she does like the name Amy, just not for her blue hedgehog. 6yos. *shrug*

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OMG how petty can someone get? SIL needs to get some hobbies. Heck, growing up I had a hamster, three in a row in fact, all named "Susie". My actual sister's name is Sue. No one GAF. Sue, btw, just sent me a nice BD email. Ms. PC and I just spent the day on the PCT at Donner Pass and it was gorgeous, TYVM.

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I don't look at AITAH posts all that often, but man, I'm beginning to suspect something, because the answer so often seems to be YES OBVIOUSLY WHY ARE YOU EVEN WASTING MY TIME ASKING.

Another one, coincidentally read just a few minutes ago:

https://twitter.com/bjkeefe/status/1690524026047758338

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When I was 6 my father's younger brother got a divorce and they had two dogs. They lived in a community property state so he took one of the dogs. He didn't want it but took it to be petty and gave her to us. The dog's name was Amy. I also had a cousin named Amy who was a little put out when she met the dog at a family reunion but she got over it. If a child can get over this so can a grown ass SIL.

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Mrs Mild's niece married someone with the same name as Mrs Mild's childhood dog. It's a wonderful coincidence.

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Little Johnny walked into a whorehouse, dragging a squashed frog on a string, and asked the Madame for a hooker that had an STD. The Madame wasn’t going to comply but little Johnny waved a fistful of hundred dollar bills at her, and she said OK. But she wanted to know why little Johnny wanted a hooker with an STD.

Little Johnny told her that he was going to have sex with the hooker and contract an STD. Then later that night, his mother and father would go to dinner, and little Johnny would have sex with the babysitter, giving her the STD. His father would pick up the babysitter to take her home, but have sex with her on the way there and he would get the STD.

Then his father would come home and have sex with little Johnny’s mother, giving her the STD. The next morning, after his father went to work, the milkman would come over and little Johnny’s mother would have sex with the milkman and give him the STD.

And the milkman is the son of a bitch that ran over his frog!

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Pink eye, South Park.

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He IS the asshole, because no one writes that many words about hamsters.

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Point taken.

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Here's a kind of a wonderful milkman story - I build and repair horsedrawn vehicles. I got away from it for a bit but now I'm working my way back.

It just occurred to me. I've always been drawn to this stuff.From a very early age.

I never wondered why before. But maybe, what if - MY REAL FATHER IS THE MILKMAN!?

That would be cool.

Read this - it's really quite good! You will be informed and entertained.

https://faceintheblue.wordpress.com/2009/11/26/milkman/

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ESH

He's an asshole for letting his kid think they couldn't name a female hamster Sonic and SIL is an asshole just because I'm annoyed.

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I think it's assholes all the way down

I bet their lives are full of chickenshit arguments and

petty vindictive fights.

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My sister's name is Amy, and I think it much more appropriate for a hamster.

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Maybe I'm cranky today, but all I can envision is brother telling teenaged niece about what a juvenile hissy fit her mother had over a hamster named Amy.

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