Choosing a name for other body parts is not something that comes naturally. You have to take into
|Clinton and Reagan|
The first was my belly. It is far to much a major part of my life and it is big. Far bigger that I would want. So she became Bertha Big-Belly. That was easy. Now, the butt. Not as big. Overall, probably the closest I come to having anything that could be called "skinny." This one wasn't as easy, but I had it. "Back-sida Ida."
I reached into 1920s slang to call my knees "The Bees." The bees knees was a phrase that was used to indicate something wonderful. The Bees have been a wonderful source of support all my life.
After that they started coming more easily (and at times strangely). My hands are Clinton and Reagan (left and right respectively -- Hillary and Nancy). My arms are Huggy Bear and Snookums. My feet are the Walkers. That is not just a name, but an encouragement to keep doing just that. My legs are Starsky and Hutch. No reason -- it just sounds fun.
My head and brain are the A-Team (although some days it shifts to the Twilight Zone).
This is about where I decided where I should really stop before someone decides that I need to be institutionalized. I named just one more -- my face. I have chosen to call it Kenley..This is an homage to the two people who gave me this face -- Ken and Shirley.
By the way, did I mention that I have OCD? Not officially, just as a hobby. Next up? Traffic lights I have named.
Oh, how I wished I was kidding.