My oversized husband is accustomed to people shouting at him on a regular basis: “Hey, you’re Sweetums!” He smiles and nods and then, I’m guessing, goes around the corner and hits his head against a wall. Kidding!
He loves the name “Sweetums” … as far as I know. It has been the name I use for him in columns and blogs since not long after we met in 2012. I even gave him a Muppets Sweetums doll, er, action figure, for Christmas a few years ago.
When I do public speaking, I sometimes get asked – only by men – if my 6-foot-7, burly-man Sweetums had any choice in his very public, very sweet nickname. I tell them yes: I gave him three options – he could be “Nummy Buns,” “Sugar Tushy” or “Sweetums.” He picked Sweetums. Here’s a blog post I wrote about it.
After 10 years – we met in October 2012, two weeks after I left my job of 11 years as managing editor of the newspaper in Athens, Ala., and started writing for AL.com – I am wondering if Sweetums needs a nickname upgrade. What do you think?
Let’s come up with some choices, just riffing here: