09 November 2007

4 guess who's coming to dinner

in the oline world, it's been long established that upon matrimony men assume the nicknames of their wives. i think this is because my friendships with the wives typically predate the men. or maybe it's just because the women wind up with the better, more multipurposely fabulous names (lindears, kiddears, dogdears? hello awesome.)

today, during a very silly lunch, a drugged up miss croftie and i finally at long last settled upon the name that she and the dread pirate dOOOglas ferdinand cOsbO-crOft will assume: pew-flowers.

it sounds rather plain and simple there but just consider the possibilities.

why, croft pew-flowers was saying that just the other day...

there we were, pirate pew-flowers and i, just hanging out with gogol...

daaaaaaaaaaahling, you'll never guess who's coming to dinner... croft and pirate pew-flowers!

4 comments:

Meggie said...

I would like to point out a fallacy in your blog... You have no nickname for my dear husband and good luck figuring it out based off of your nicknames for me.

oline said...

very ballsy of you to point out a presumed fallacy alongside a dare.

clearly he's mister meggie eggie anne. that is unless you'd rather be known as "the beefs." i'm assuming you'd rather not.

Meggie said...

Um, Caro... You are Beef, I am Feeb. Get it straight! We've only been calling each other that for about 10 years!

oline said...

for some reason that's so confusicating. probably because feeb is the better word and i secretly (well, not so secretly now) covet.