I love it when people have nicknames. It’s so much fun when you’ve called someone Butch for years, and finally find out his real name is Marion. I have nicknames for all the little ones. Tiny O, Pig Nuckle, Punkin’ Little. And I even have one for hubby. He’s Kick when we’re alone.
Last week, after he called me by my name whilst we were driving somewhere, I asked why he doesn’t have a nickname for me. He just shrugged. So I asked him to come up with one. We batted names back and forth. The ones I liked, he didn’t. The ones he liked were just stupid. (Okay, that’s my editorial point of view, but hey - I’m the one who has to be called that name!)
We never came up with one, and I told him he has until midnight on New Years’ Eve to tell me what my new nickname is. I can’t wait to hear his choice. More on this developing story…next year!