I write today under siege from mother nature, blizzard like conditions might have me stuck on that long stretch of I-94 for hours tonight. It will be a grueling commute, at this point, I am just hoping to make it all the way home without getting stuck! If for some unfortunate reason I require rescuing and a stranger asks me for my name, I might have a hard time answering them. While Ri Ri knows her answer, my name is slightly more confusing. I am known as a lot of things and it seems that each week/month I get a new nickname bestowed to me.

Max Mcdougall, Kitten, Babe, Snugglebutt, Pteredactyl  Mr. Kitten, etc. they multiple and all are used at varying intervals. And the nausea people might be feeling at the cuteness pales in comparison to the love I feel from hearing anyone of these nicknames. They all have a back story, rich billionaire, pet cat, etc. The thought behind the story is what  makes me smile the most.  The goofiness of our relationship is something to truly cherish. It is what helps to make the bad moments okay and turns the good ones into great ones.  Funny thoughtfulness does not get enough play for its importance (henceforth referred to as funfulness). Life is serious, problems are real, obstacles, obligations, all those things exists, and having a partner who is so funful helps to cut the often overwhelming nature of existence. It creates a reprieve from all those negative and stressful situations, it allows time for recharge, to, prepare to handle whatever comes our way. Oh, it also is a lot of fun to be able to run around a park like a dinosaur with your best friend, even if you are 28.

So while I am sure my list of other names I am known by will continue to grow, the one I am waiting for right now is husband.

Picture credit from Jayme’s Snapchat of me crashing hard on Friday after work, I blame the whiskey and cozy blanket.