I feel almost embarrassed that I threw POF out here and didn't actually make an introduction.

As mentioned, POF is my beloved husband. We've been together close to 20 years. He loves me, even the mean parts, and for that I am grateful.

POF stands for Pookie One Feather, and it is a cute but derogatory nickname I gave him some years ago. He is an Indian (casino not convenience store, feather not dot, etc), so I jokingly turned his nickname Pookie into his new Indian name. He's not exactly thrilled with it, but he can't really do anything about it. For me, it's a win-win.

Originally, once we because a couple and were proclaimed "cutesy", it was decided that we needed cutesy nicknames. Jokingly we tried out as many stupid ones as we could think of. One day I happened to think of Garfiend and his little teddy bear Pookie. So I tried that one out, so did he, and ultimately it stuck. We both became Pookie. We are both still Pookie to this day.

On occasion I will go with POF as a tribute to his ancestors. I am sure they are just as thrilled as he is. His great-great-grandfather was sort of a big deal in his tribe, so I am sure he's up there at the big Pow Wow in the Sky, getting blitzed on the old firewater, trying to erase Pookie One Feather from his memory. Sorry about that. But you might as well stay good and drunk, cause I am sure it doesn't get any better from here.

I rarely call POF by his actual name. I mean, I do when I am talking about him to someone else. But when I actually need to address him, it just sounds weird to say his name. And he rarely uses mine. I hate when he uses mine. It usually means I am in trouble.

So, there. Now you've met POF. The little Minion is just as much a wild Indian as his daddy. There will be lots of stories to share.