Day 20 - Nicknames.
Well, I am definitely a nick-namer. I used to be a name shortener, but now I would definitely consider myself a nick-namer. My poor kids.
My real adult name (no, not like porn star adult. like adult, adult. got it?) is Jessica. Growing up, I didn't really like the name Jessica. It sounded too formal or something. I was pretty much the only one in my whole school named Jessica til about 7th grade. Most people called me Jessee. Pretty much all of my family and old friends do still. A very few people call me Jet. A boy that I loved in high school called me Jess. I liked that. The friends that I have made as a grown up mostly call me Jessica. It doesn't bug me anymore, I'm used to it. My husband calls me Hon. If he is annoyed with me, he calls me Jessee. Seriously, that is hardly ever.
Because I am so not annoying.
I called my husband "Alex" this morning (I call him hon except when I am annoyed with him, and I was annoyed with him because he left the TV on in bed watching political coverage til freaking two something in the morning and I couldn't sleep good and I really need to sleep good), and he said, "Don't ever call me Alex again."
Hahaha.
I always get over whatever it is that bugs me when he says that. It makes me laugh pretty much every time.
Day 21 - Picture of yourself.
Pictures of myself are pretty hard to come by, because I am usually the one taking the pictures. And also because I hate having my picture taken. It is one of my worst things.
Day 22 - Favorite city.
Gotta say New York. Simple as that. Empire State of Mind, you know!
I love that song.
Day 23 - Favorite vacation.
I do love the yearly family trek to the Outer Banks. It never gets old. We might be turning it into a two week type of vaca, which is so OK with me. I could actually retire there. If I worked that is. I mean worked enough to get a retirement. You know what I mean. Right?
This past OBX vacation was two weeks, and Alex hardly used his cell phone the entire time. In our whole marriage, the only other time that happened was when I washed it (on vacation), and he had to wait til we got home to get a new one. That was so great. He was not very happy though.
In my defense, I don't clear pockets. Some may consider that to be a fault. But I am very up front about it, so I blame him 100%. I'll just put that out there one more time for good measure. I don't clear pockets.
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