What’s in a name?

We like to name things, the fiancé and I.  Somehow, it’s more fun to go to bed in “the Sleepery” instead of the bedroom.  Partly because that also kind of sounds like “slippery,” and we are five.

We also, apparently, have an “Exercise Bird.”  Somehow, even though we go to the gym at 5:00 in the morning (at least half an hour before the sun comes up even in summer), there are birds singing.  Really, just a particular type of bird, with a particular type of song.  But now I associate it with the elliptical whenever I hear it.

And we name dances.  I have dances for all kinds of different activities.  They are, of course, all suspiciously the same, since I don’t know how to dance.

And there are songs, too.  Also suspiciously the same, because I can be surprisingly uncreative.  A lot of them borrow the tune from that “Charge!” song I always associate with baseball games.  I’m not sure I can describe it any better than that.   But it does lend itself very well to repeating the same word or couple of words over and over again.

Or, like my birthday song from last week.  Speaking of birthdays, today is the fiancé’s birthday.  He’s not very excited about it, because he’s suffering through a bit of a quarter-life crisis (poor baby), but I’ll wish him happy birthday anyway.

Can you believe the weirdo doesn’t like birthday cake?  I’m going to have to get really creative to surprise him with any sort of birthday treat.  I even promised him a strawberry pie, but he declined.

But, of course, the fact that he doesn’t like cake means that I don’t get any more birthday cake.  Woe is me, etc.

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