Good morning, Wrinkle Face

When I got up Tuesday morning, I had creases from my pillowcase on my cheek.  When he saw this, my husband said to me, “Good morning, Wrinkle Face.”  He’s smart enough to realize immediately his statement might could (as we say in Texas) insult me.  It did.  He will, I’m fairly certain, never call me this again because he is a really nice guy!

However, this isn’t the worst affectionate nickname I’ve ever heard.  George had a friend from college who called his girl friend–fiancee-wife “Dummy Flab”.  Yes, that’s right.  He called her a name that stated she was both stupid and fat.  I don’t know how or if the marriage  survived.

What’s the worst nickname you’ve ever heard, been called or used?   I love to know these things.

2 thoughts on “Good morning, Wrinkle Face

  1. Your husband sounds like a horrible person–like Phillys Diller’s Fang. You poor dear.

  2. My husband is delightful. After all, he recognized immediately the comment didn’t come out as he’d intended.

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