Husband calls me Tits McGee
I call him funny bunches of goats.
Started out as honey bunches, then honey bunches of oats, then honey bunches of goats, and now he’s funny bunches of goats.
Husband calls me Tits McGee
I call him funny bunches of goats.
Started out as honey bunches, then honey bunches of oats, then honey bunches of goats, and now he’s funny bunches of goats.
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He calls me my peach of grapewine, i call him my cheetah.
( We saw a documentary about dictators in Africa, one had a palace crier that yelled flatteries to him when he made public appearance like “you are eternal and built like a cheetah”.)
Therefore, I tell him sometimes with love that he is eternal and built like a cheetah because I thought it was hilarious.
My man’s Big Spoon, I’m Lil Fork. Don’t ask
My partner’s nickname has been Frog forever so depending on the situation he can be Financial Frog, Whore Frog or whatever Frog. He calls me Cricket so I can be Crochet Cricket , calico , coleko calico , Fleabag and I call him wormhole – there’s no end to the things we call each other. It gets pretty wild. If people ever heard us .. we’d be committed to an asylum.
Nacho, Nacho Man
I called her Wet spot.
She called me Phil
My husband was really tall so when I needed something from a high shelf I’d as for my “monkey arms” to help me.
She’s Indian, and I call her my mochaccino.
I’m white, and I’m her vanilla latte.
Sweet baby B