I like that this post is filed under “Farts” and “Marriage.“ I suggest you add Al Bundy to the list and call it a day. ;)
Hi Sarah - So nice to meet you here! After having a few kids, I would love any nickname that made me reminisce of the size pants I wore back in the olden days.
Congratulations on your pregnancy! I love babies, loved being pregnant - yes, even in the uncomfortable 3rd trimester. It is truly a miraculous time. Enjoy every, every moment!
Love,
KatherineThey called me woodpecker or pecker-head (last name is Becker). It never really bothered me.
To me it was just a rhyme, nothing to do with me, BUT they also called me freckle face ... that bothered me!
I was Silly Willey. Plus, they loved to sing the song—Willie won’t go home. I hated that song and I hated that nickname. I like being a grown up. :)
I had no nicknames, but my husband’s family was scatilogical: He was Poo Pie (based on the look of his fecal matter) and his sister was poppleberry (based on the sound of her farts).
Oh my gosh…I totally remember that nickname for you…. :) and remember I was Wolf-Farts. HAHAHA

By Tabitha (From Single to Married) on February 23, 2009
Ha! Don’t you just love nicknames!