Il S'appelle...
I've decided that the man's nickname is going to be Monsieur. C'est trés appropriate. Skooky isn't going to like it, but I assure you he's not French.
Just like I'm not French but we both have Frenchy names.
Et il est mon ami.
In a related story, Sunday night I was caught up in the middle of a rant about being a grammar nazi and ended up confessing about the existence of this blog to him. But I assured him that I don't really write about him.
Um...
5 comments:
there's worse names...Pooky comes to mind *shudders*
the BF calls me "cakes" like baby cakes...it's better than the whole nickname...his name is "pices" because his first name is Rhys (reese). my mom made that one up and when she asked me one day how Reese's pieces were, I couldn't stop laughing...so it stuck.
The BF knows I have a blog as well...he hasn't read it yet, but he knows I write nothing but good things about him.
Hows my grammar? Horrible, I know.
C'est tres bon. Grammar Nazis of the world unite!
Skooky: that's what my brother called his penis when he was a little boy. It will NEVER be a pet name I use for anyone.
LB: he calls me Angel-cakes. It's sweet.
FB: Word!
What's grammar?
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