My wife and I are comin’ in hot on the 45-year mark. Not once in that nearly half-century’s time frame have I ever slipped and referred to her by another name. Especially a guy’s name.
Bath-House Barry kind of makes a habit out of it.
One other thing – I spent 20 fun-filled years in the Marine Corps, and if I do say so myself, I wasn’t exactly a stranger to the weight room.
I could only wish that my lats and traps were as jacked as Mike’s, oops… I mean Mi-chi… uh, or is it still acceptable to call him/her/it Manchelle?