On Wednesday, MM and I celebrated 3 years together. Can you believe it's been three years already? I can't. Some days I feel like it's been forever, and others it seems like it was just yesterday. I still can't believe we're married. My tummy does this weird flip thing every now and again when I think about it. Hearing him say "My Wife" or seeing his last name on mail addressed to me still makes me pause. It's weird.
To celebrate our anniversary (sort of anniversary?) I'm going to share a fun "MM is a dork" story with you. Do you remember a while back I did a Thursday 13 blog about
13 pet names MM has for me? At the time, his #1 favorite was Pudding Pop. He used to call my office and ask our receptionist for Pudding Pop. He even put it on the iPod be bought me for my Birthday last year. "For My Pudding Pop, Love MM". (As an aside, I'm sure you've realized by now that MM isn't MM's real name. However, on my iPod? He really put, "Love MM". He's really embraced this whole blog thing, no? I think he likes being infamous.)
Around the first of the year, MM decided he needed a new nickname for me. I'm not sure why he decided this, but we actually had a conversation about it. He thought about it for awhile and came up with Pookie. Yes, you read that right. Pookie. Why Pookie? The world may never know. Evidently it made sense in MM's brain, though I'm not surprised that's the
only place it makes sense.
Of course, this is MM we're talking about, so it didn't just stop there. He decided Pookie was kind of "yuppie" for me, so he also gave me a ghetto version and a stripper version. The ghetto version? Pooks. You know, like Pooh-but with a K at the end. Hmm. Looking at it typed out like that isn't very flattering to me, is it? Course, that leaves my stripper name. Yep, as the title of this post suggests, it's Pook-A-Licious. Like Fergalicious, only...not. Although he does, on occasion, modify the song for me. "She's Pookalicious, so hot hot hot". Only my husband, people. Only mine.
Now, you might be thinking, "But Holly, that's private. You shouldn't be sharing that with us!" Normally I'd agree with you. If MM wants to call me cheesy nicknames in the comfort of our own home, well, it's the comfort of our home. Only, MM doesn't call me that just in the privacy of our own home. No, he calls me Pooks and Poookie and, yes, even Pookalicious in public. Like..at Wal-Mart. Or, you know, when we're on the phone and he's at the station. Even when he's out with the boys, I'll call and he'll answer by saying, "What's up, Pooks?" *headesk*
I figure if all the people in my real life have to be subjected to this, you all in Blogland might as well be, too. Don't believe me? Ask
Missy. She got to experience it firsthand. Lucky her.
