This might come as a shock to some of you, but my fiance does not actually call me VegasBabe. To him (and occasionally other members of his family), I am simply Honey. That may not seem unusual to you, but you must understand that "Honey" is not used as a term of endearment, but as an actual name. As in "Dad, please do not sit there, that is Honey's chair" or "please ask Honey if she wants mushrooms on her pizza."
I kid you not.
In any case, Mr. M. is due back from Iraq shortly, and he and Honey are planning a trip to Seattle to visit his sister. Honey just received an email confirmation on the tickets which he purchased. She (wow, I can almost not remember that she is actually me) was so excited that she had to email him. That little love letter went something remarkably close to this...
Mr. Man,
Was it fun booking for the two of us?!? So exciting that we are actually traveling and booking together!!! We must really be engaged...
I am going to make you carry my bags and my purse and I am going to drool on your shoulder while I sleep on the plane... and I am going to choose your drinks for you... "Mr. M, don't you want cranberry juice? I am getting ginger ale and if you happen to get cranberry, we can share a lovely cocktail..." and I won't have to call you from the airport to tell you I made it okay, but I still will... from the bathroom when you least expect it... I can hardly wait!!! All of my dreams are coming true.
xoxo
HoneyAin't love grand? He has yet to respond, but I am pretty sure he is excited too.