Build me up, Buttercupball

My mom has a variety of nicknames for me. Throughout my life, I’ve been forced to answer to the most ridiculous array of monikers that she must have pulled out of her ASS, because they have no bearing whatsoever on reality.

My name is Dawn. I sometimes publish under a pseudonym that has nothing to do with it, but it also bears no resemblance to most of the terms of endearment — including other girls’ names — that she thinks are so cute.

I finally let her have it when she referred to me as “Muffin Mix” on the same day Irk posted the phrase muffin top.

Now, for those unfamiliar with the muffin top, as indeed Mom was till I schooled her, that’s when you shove your pudgy pork roast ass into a pair of pants or a skirt and in order to get those bitches zipped up, you pushed up your fat roll so that it sits above the button. Which is great for making your boobs a whole lot perkier, so some people might do this on purpose. (*shudder*)

Anyway, I told Mom that this muffin-mix business needs to go NOW although I daresay I’ve got less of a muffin top than a whole damn bread bowl. 😉

2 Responses to Build me up, Buttercupball

  1. Erica :

    That word muffin cracks me up.

  2. trouble :

    My mom and dad always called me Missy. My brother got all the cool nicknames: Meathead and barnsmell to name a few.

    My kids both have nicknames: My daughter is woogie and/or drama princess. My son is bubba or ebo or squirrel.

    I don’t know where the woogie thing came from, my mom used to yell at me for calling her that, but it just seemed to fit. And she remains my little woogie in spite of only being an inch shorter than me, with legs for miles.