Huh. I refer to Pete by his name, or by The Husband. He doesn't call me The Wife that I know of, tho'. No, I'm The Goth Girl. We also call each other sweetie, love, and other assorted ridiculous affectionate things.

T.J. Maxx did not have any Betsey Johnson hosiery that I coveted. But they did have other cute knee socks, so I'm happy.

We also call each other sweetie, love, and other assorted ridiculous affectionate things.

I don't think I've ever called a non-platonic guy anything other than his name, or "idiot." It's possible I have some growth to accomplish.

Is it weird for the people giving testamonials at the Kennedey center honours to be on book?

I started a post of endearments, and then decided that the internet might not be able to handle the sappiness.

Best one is Bonzo (as in, Bedtime for). And we do say monkeypants to each other sometimes. In fact, now that I think about it, there's a decidedly simian theme.

We have even more pet names for the Biscuit, including jinglepants. Although it's technically his collar that's jingling, so maybe it should be jingleshirt instead? Hm.

I miss pasta. But it is for the best it remains a rare treat because it does not like me. But I'm really craving a bacony carbonera tonight.

I think my parents still use "your [parent]" when they are talking to me about the other one. But when they sign cards, it's "Mom & Ralph."

I miss pasta.

The holiday has been a carb fest. I've been eating salad for days and still am craving it. Pasta nsm.

I do occasionally call Joe "Sparky" as it irritates him and makes me laugh.

My mother bought a huge thing of spring greens and clementines after I'd been at my brother's for 2 days. Other than xmas dinner, I pretty much ate that the rest of the time there cause I wanted them SO MUCH after lasagna and pasta and potatoes (plus, my brother has a friend who works for Kraft, and as a result, they have a 2 gallon jug of a yummy strawberry balsalmic dressing. So I had to help them make a dent.) They eat a much more starchy and carby diet than I can deal with anymore. It was actually a little bit of a revelation how little carbs and starches I eat normally, in comparison. My system has slowly become more and more tetchy to things like wheat and dairy, and I've somewhat unconsciously been reducing them from my diet. The most bread I usually eat in a day is half a spinach tortilla.

But sometimes? I still want pasta. And cheeeeeeeese.

My system has slowly become more and more tetchy to things like wheat and dairy, and I've somewhat unconsciously been reducing them from my diet.

The causal system might be in reverse, though. The less you eat of those things the less enzymes your body produces to digest them, causing upset when you do eat them: [link] Or so it is claimed.