Till death do us part......Tranlation....... Till one of us pushes the other over (or off) the cliff......

About two hours after I posted yesterday, the phone rang and this kind and familiar voice said "It is frustrating to me." "Excuse me?" I questioned. "Not having those boring how was your day dear conversations, is a source of frustration to me." The voice continued. "So! What's your point?" (You've all figured out by now that the voice belonged to my husband. Right?) "Well." He went on. "Don't you want to have those kind of conversations?" (Who is it that he thinks he called?) "DID YOU READ THE BLOG?" "Ya! That's why I ask." He replied. (My response) "And didn't I say I felt sorry for people that had conversations like that?" "Ya." He answered. "So! What's your point?" I again ask.

(Doing a hundred and ten degree turn,) my husband then said, "By the way, would you mind calling me something else besides Hubby?" (My response,) "Isn't that what you are?" (His response) "Well, ya. But it makes me sound old and" ....... (Sorry, I must have blanked out there for a minute...... or else I was repeating to myself "Isn't that what you are?" because I totally missed what came after the and.) "You know that I don't use real names, or pictures (except of me) to keep our identity a secret. Right?" (That is, until my blog is discovered by a publisher, and I sign that book deal.) (His response,) "I know that." "Well," I went on. What would you like me to call you in my blog then?" (His response,) "Well, I don't know. What do you think?" "I (am the one that) "was perfectly okay with Hubby! You're the one that wants a different name. (Okay readers! Aren't at least one or two of you feeling sorry for me, and forgiving me for being mean to him sometimes, after reading that?) Never mind...... "How about Lancelot, as in sir." I suggested. "I like that." He said immediately. (NO! I am not making this up! And! It is NOT an April fools joke!)

After he got home from his day job, he said, "I've been thinking about my new name." (He may be slow to process, but we have to give him credit for thinking things through. Don't we?) "How about Oh Magnificent One? "Okay!" I replied, "But I'm shortening it to OMO." (Don't you dare go putting an "H" in front of that!) The rest of the night, we tossed name ideas around, and have decided to give you, the reader, a chance to choose the one you like. After all, it isn't every day that one gets permission to call someone else's husband names. Right? So go for it! Here are your choices:

A. Sir, short for Lancelot
B. OMO, short for Oh Magnificent One
C. Mr. Right, a take off from Carrie's Mr. Big
D. Pooky, my personal favorite
E. Perfect, his egos personal favorite
F. __________, write in your personal favorite

Vote as many times as you like. Just to keep things fair, I am letting hubby count the votes.

On to other big news.............

April is National Poetry Month. (Bet you didn't know that did you?) How can you celebrate National Poetry Month? (You're dying to know, aren't you?) To find an event near you, listen to audio clips of poetry, and read the Academy of American Poets' visit "30 ways to celebrate". We can all use a little rhyme (or reason in my case) in our life now and then.

Enjoy your day! And, if you happen to be one of us that get into the whole joke playing thing, remember to play nice. But, If you happen to be one of us that gets taken today, remember you have a whole year to plan your revenge.