Once again, I did something uncharacteristically absentminded today (but of course, try as I might, I can’t remember what). However, I do remember what happened next.

Instead of calling me Preggy Girl, that endearing term of wonderment and goodness, Chip morphed it into the incarnation of memory lapses and foibles afflicting a once-sharp mind.

My nemesis.

The Hyde to my Jekyll.

“Preggy Brains.”

There’s been a moratorium placed on his calling me that again.