I have to give Brian credit . . . he can be pretty creative, or maybe descriptive is a better word. For instance, earlier today he told me that my breath smelled like mothballs. If I smelled someone's breath, and it wasn't good, I don't think mothballs would be the first thing to come to mind. Another time he told me I had "hot nursing home breath." That one really made me laugh. In my defense, both of these times I was sick with a cold.
Anyway, these descriptions of my breath made me think about all the different names Brian has come up with for me over the past few years. They are very weird, don't make any sense, and are numerous. Believe it or not, NONE of them have any hidden meaning, or inside jokes attached. They're just names Brian decided to call me one day. My top 3 are:
2. Winifred T.
Your guess is as good as mine as to how he came up with these. It kind of makes me wonder what sort of names he's going to come up with for our children! Which by the way, he's adament about bringing back old names like Earl, Cecil, Herbert, Herman, etc. No offense to anyone who has those names, but I'm hoping we can go in a different direction.