Melon and I have certain terms of endearment that I don't feel as though the 'normal' person would understand. He flirts like a third grader and name calling is pretty much essential. On the other hand, my quirkiness picks up another level. Here's what I call the 'dummy conehead'. It was brought to life by my husband wearing a particular sweatshirt. In the morning he'll give me hugs and kisses before going to work. As he is leaving the last thing I see is his conehead, as demonstrated by me!
I look like a snowman.