“We should give you the nickname Winky,” he says.
I glare at my husband out of my one good eye. The other one is so swollen I can only see through a thin sliver. “Either that or we can say I got into an epic fistfight walking the alley behind our house and defending our home turf from rabid peacocks.”
(Side note: there is a gang of peacocks that roam my neighborhood. They are loud. They are large. This could happen.)
“Naw,” my husband says, “Let’s stick with the nickname.”
“Okay, you do that and I’ll start calling you my tasty man muffin.”
He squints at me.
I squint back (no choice there on my part).
“Okay, maybe no nicknames.”
“Good choice.” I go back to trying to read my book out of one eye.
Lessons of the week:
- Eye infections are no fun.
- Audiobooks help.
- In the game of nicknames, you’ve got to up the stakes if you want to win! (And not be called Winky all week)
Wishing you a wonderful weekend filled with books, wine, and 20/20 eyesight!
Hugs,
Olivia
Have a great week and talk soon!
Your book-addict partner in crime,
❤️ Olivia Savage