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If I had his number in my phone it would probably be "guy I froze my balls off with in Tiger Stadium that one time."  Srsly, that is my lasting image of him.  When I think about it, I remember meeting him pre-game, hanging out, having some good conversation, eating food at the tailgate, etc.  But spur of the moment, the one enduring memory I have is of us waiting on you to come back from the bathroom, trying hopelessly to draw our coats tighter around us to get some warmth.  We tried to talk, but the wind was hard to hear over, and my body was mostly interested in shutting down and dying at that point.  

Good thing I was still on a high from watching Johnny Football get his ass kicked, again.  

Yeah, we  need a do-over - Baton Rouge in 2020, with the REAL Texas team!   I promise not to take too long in the bathroom, unless of course your Tigers cause some pain for my horns and I need to compose myself in private.    

See, I read it as "hot wife" as in "hot spare".

I was trying to design a procedure for zero latency inline failover in real-time.

Then, I realized this was probably a very bad idea.

Well, it could be changed to "lovely," I suppose.  She's also lovable, which is different, but apt.  The "Longhorn" has to stay though.  That puts me at LLLW and that's an alliteration I don't care to get into.  Needs more work.  

I keep dropping the bait out there, but the fish keeps swimming away.

Durned absent, lazy 'Horn.....

And I guess I must be boring, the husband-type's number in my phone is just 'Mike' but now you got me thinking about changing it to Master Farter, MC-Sexypants, or maybe even 'Yin to my Yang'. 

I wasn't paying much attention to this latest thread twist until I read the above from Erin, which made me COL (chuckle out loud).
The code word in my phone for the LOML (love of my life, an acronym I've never written down until now) is something that would be absolutely meaningless to anyone except for me and her.  We have all sorts of names for each other that are barely above, if they're even above, animal gutteral sounds.  She has come up with most of them, but I've contributed a few.  When one of them slips out in front of others, such as our son or one of our siblings, it just embarrasses everyone in earshot.  So we try to keep the primal purring reined in when in public.
They're not worth repeating here.  There's no alliterative quality to them, no catchy double entendre like Yin to my Yang, no meaning to the outside world about the relative hotness of my wife, nothing of the sort.  They're like the secret ingredient in the Kung Fu Panda's goose father's soup, which is to say, nothing.

ha, nope, still waiting ...

The problem with that, duh, is if I used it I'd have a bunch of Longhorns tripping over themselves to tell me that's their thing, I stole it, why the hell do I have to be so unoriginal.  

I'm 6'2".  Math is pretty good elsewhere.  Those are some short fellas, thought so ever since the first time I watched them play years ago.  But then, my one trip to Los Angeles years ago led me to believe everybody is short in L.A.  Wife is 5' even, she says.  

It's possible she married me just because I can reach the high cabinets in the kitchen.