My family's nickname for me is Llamaly. I'm pretty sure it originated in Jessie's younger days, when she would come to visit, play with me and Charlotte, and teach me how to correctly pronounce "yellow." I've always been a fan of the name, and in high school, our friend Rachelle took to calling me by her own variation, Llamers. Again, I'm a fan. Last week, however, my nickname turned on me in the form of a text message from Sarah, sent from Dad's phone while they were on their way over to visit:
Hello Lamers! I'm so car sick. I can't wait till we get to Utah.
Now I'm Lamers.
7 comments:
Lamers. Haha.
"to me, you're not!" just to quote Jessie....
You will never be Lamers, to me!
Oh no, you'll never be Lamers! Llamaly, however, I still enjoy...
he he that's funny.
That's so funny!
Haha hilarious!
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