It was the typical DC beltway driving I so detest and which has often caused tempers to flare as turns were missed and maps were misread by the "navigator." But nobody seemed particularly upset or out of sorts, despite the congested traffic. So I was surprised to hear my brother, not once, but several times, say something to his wife, calling her by a rude name.
"Where are we supposed to turn, B-tch?" he asked in a conversational tone.
Michelle responded as if this were completely normal, and I sat there in the back seat, dumbfounded. I was perplexed by my brother's choice of names to call his wife, and even more surprised by her perfectly happy responses to being so called. Now, remember, this was NOT in the day of the popularity of calling each other "cutesy" vulgar names. This was in the 80's (wow! that just sounds ridiculous when I consider the 80's to be a "long time ago! )
When we finally reached our destination, I could hold my curiosity no longer.
Dan, why do you keep calling Michelle, "B-tch?" (the "-" is pronounced like a short "i" as in "ink")
Dan and Michelle BOTH bust up laughing as Dan explained he was most certainly NOT calling his wife that! He was calling her "Mitch," which was his nickname for her....... DUH! Well, at least I asked and didn't go home thinking my brother was some sort of coarse husband!
So today, on her 40-something birthday, I wish Michelle very happy birthday!
|Michelle, hamming it up, Thanksgiving 2009|
|Clowning around, Thanksgiving 2009|
|Dan and Michelle -- Newlyweds|