This conversation actually took place a week or so ago – I keep remembering then forgetting to post it.
Me: :::preparing to have an apple with peanut butter, twisting off the stem prior to slicing the apple:::
Me: :::giggling::: Funny thing is, in my head I was chanting: “A… B… C….”
OK, maybe it was funnier at the time. Strange how childhood rituals stick with you.
Lucky I got the last name I did.. it’s easy to get to B. :) And yes, I still do it every single time! :)
Yah! Rob of course is his first name, but even if we go with last, I’m screwed… you’d never get to M, either!
Better think of a nickname that fits… :)