Who's Who at Anouchka Talks

Because I don't refer to anyone (well, most anyone) by their real names on this site, here is a list of who's who at Anouchka Talks:

Anouchka - Yours truly, the author of this blog (me, you idiot)
**I reference myself as Ummi to my kids. (Ummi = Mommy in Arabic.)

Habibi - My husband, the single most hunky beefcake on the planet
(Habibi = my honey/sweetie/darling in Arabic.)

Hulk/Chicky/Jammy - Our daughter
(Hulk was what we called her during pregnancy; Chicky is her post-delivery nickname; Jammy is what she called herself as a toddler.)

Bathrobe/Ribbers - Our son
(Bathrobe was the name Jammy gave him when he was still hypothetical; Ribbers is what she called him months later.)

B - My sister

Betty - Our first (albeit younger) kitty; often referred to as "Boxy/Boxhead" because of her affinity for (you guessed it) boxes

Alice - Our second (albeit older) kitty; often referred to as "Nana" because of her tendency to remain close to the kids as a sort of deranged guardian

Mama T-Bone, MoMo - Two people I'm paying to pose as my friends

I think those are most of the repeat characters. If I come up with others, I'll add them to the list.

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