The hubby's new nickname for me is...
Sweet isn't it?
This one just came out of the blue while we were driving around town on Saturday.
Not "Douche bag" or "Stupid Douche" just plain Douche. Is it wrong that it makes me laugh? Not sure how many others would enjoy being referred to as a vaginal bulb syringe but I kind of like it. Perhaps he's trying to tell me something.
I found an old winter cap in our box of winter crap this weekend so I've been wearing it around the house and it's quite warm. I thought it was much more flattering than the Elmer Fudd hat but apparently not since Tom now tells me I look like Joe Pesci.
I guess this is to be expected after being married over a decade. It could be worse. It's not like we're flinging poo at each other. At least not our own...