Nicknames…
So I was writing my “about” page and I was determining what to write, I realized my family would need nicknames. Not that I think you’re all out to get me or something but I was channeling the “Lemon Lymon/ The U.S. Poet Laureate” episode of The West Wing. So anyway… The Bean’s nickname was easy – it has evolved from Peanut to Peanut Butter to Butter Bean to just plain Bean. And The Dog, aka Finn, also a non-issue. But The Husband, well… He was more tricky. I mentioned this to him in passing and he just looked up at me over his notepad with raised eyebrows. He said, “I guess I don’t care so long as it doesn’t border on stupid.”
He actually has a nickname among one circle of our friends. It’s “The Player.” That is most certainly a story for another time when I know you all much better. So upon further discussion, I have decided that this nickname would only be amusing to those who understand the true irony of this reference… As in “the player dance” – he he…Again, for later.
Anyway, last year, my husband was on a local Biggest Loser team at our gym. They had to come up with a team name and he decided the following was the BEST team name ever. Captain Lumpkins and the Biscuit Hockers. So I think instead of “The Player,” he will be dubbed: Captain Lumpkins.
And yes, I threw the bordering on stupid rule right out the window.
And so here we are: Me, The Bean, and Captain Lumpkins…
