UPDATED TO ADD: oh my god I could watch this clip over and over (4/21/06 post). I love it that much.

Here in the bluepoppy household, nicknames feature prominently, if not exclusively.

This is entirely my husband's fault. He is is physically incapable of not giving someone a nickname. (Was that a double negative? Should I have said, he is impelled by voices from God to bless all creatures large and small with witty monikers?)

Case in point, it was four months before I learned his brother Ernie was not named Ernie at all. No, my brother-in-law's name is John, but you'd never know this from living with T.

It should come as no surpise then that T is not my husband's name nor does it indicate the first initial of his name. However, it is what I call him every day and turned out to be quite handy when I started a website because holy hell, who wants to write out Louis-Aloysius* every time they mention their spouse?

No doubt you've all realized by now that I am the lucky beneficiary of a veritable cornucopia of petit noms my beloved has fashioned for me. In fact, the last time I heard him use my given name was on our wedding day during the vows part-- and I have to say, it kind of icked up that moment cause, ew-- what am I marrying the tax man?

So, much like the Native Indians who got new names at different stages of their lives that reflected major events or experiences, we now have a new kid in town.

Behold, Clearcut McCoy.

Hmm, any guess as to what he's saying here?

*HINT: not his real name.

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