It’s official: I’m in a harem. Finally, a chance to use my mad belly dancing skills.
I have tons of admirable traits, but she chose to focus specifically on these:
- An satiable love of Pop-Tarts. (It might be more of an addiction.)
- A love of giving everyone on the planet nicknames.
- A contagious smile. (Awwww….)
At first, I thought, “Nicknames? I do that? Really?”
Then this weekend, I had this conversation with a friend’s son. He’s 2. Maybe 3. I spent most of the night tickling his feet. I didn’t get around to asking him his age. Plus, like Tax Credit #4, he had a limited vocabulary.
Me: Those feet are mine!
2-Maybe-3: No! ::giggling::
Me: Can I have your hoodie?
Me: Can I have your cookie?
Me: Fine. Be that way, Hoodie McCookie.
Then I realized I do do (Ha ha, “do-do.” That’s what happens when you hang out with a 2-year-old.) that nickname thing. But I like it. I like it a lot.
My own cat probably doesn’t even know her name because I call her 50 other ones: Bay-bay, Stinky, Captain Stinky Pants, Munchkin, Baby Muffin, Monsieur.
And look at my blog. Nicknames everywhere! (Which reminds me…if I’m in a harem, am I still allowed to have a boyfriend?)
And these nicknames are free for your use.
- Hippie Cahier = The Hipster
- The Idiot Speaketh = Redsy-kins
- Blurt = Blurty McBlurts
- Fix It or Deal = Zombie Princess Leia (Awesome costume = nickname for life)
- Late to the Party = The Sex Pancakes Girl
It’s a common misconception that nicknames have to be short. (Although I do like to refer to The Cheeky Bride as “Cheeky.”)
If you’re having trouble coming up with a nickname, my go-to nicknames are always Name-y McNames-Alot and Name-y McGee.
Example: Izzy McIzzes-Alot and Izzy McGee
And of course, Pete.