Nomenclature dilemma

I was going to refer to H as LBG on my blog. LBG, standing for little blonde girl, a term by which she self identifies, would read too much like LBJ, not particularly one of her favorite former presidents. So, I'm trying to think of other options, because initials are silly.

In any event, I met her parents and her sister this weekend, which went rather better than when she met my parents. I think my brother would like her though, not that my parents don't, but they have a funny way of showing it. Not that I really care what my brother thinks.

Also, I confirmed I lost something of importance from my love today. I lost it a while ago but was living under the delusion that I would find it somewhere in my mess. I can no longer live under that illusion. I realize that stuff is stuff, and that memories are more important than stuff, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to hold on to what little stuff I have from her.