in a name

On Thursday night after Bible study Aura was bemoaning the travails of being called the wrong name (also bemoaned here). Just this morning, while I was getting ready to leave for the Italian final, I was wondering if maybe she had just barely, ever-so-slightly, exaggerated the situation.

After the final we went to Starbucks, where I succumbed to the Great Peppermint Temptation. No. 3 and Aura succumbed with me. (And yes, after all that anticipation it was not as good as I'd expected, proving the snow cone theory once again.)

And, lo and behold,

She was right.

Auro???

In other news, I now have a bonsai tree named after me. It is the prettiest, daintiest little tree. I'm honored.