What the hell is a Pumquine?
first of all, let me tell you how much i despise pet names.
not sure why, but my whole life i’ve hated hearing variations of honey, babe, sugar, sweetie- unless it was in one of my favorite motown hits, i did not want to hear it.
terms of endearment, i suppose they are. i just can’t dig.
however….
so, i’m pretty sure that it happened at the beginning of the falling leaf season. a very lovely person in my life, who shall remain as nameless as everyone else in this blog (minus aliases and nicknames), does indeed use terms of endearment, thankfully without making them sound saccharine. “pumpkin” is one of them. it’s really kind of cute, because my aunt rosemary still to this day will call me “pumpkin puss” due to my chubby cheeks.
so, back to pumquine. you can google it. nothing. it is a term completely originated by my dear muffin. yes, muffin. i’m not as clever as she is. it is pronounced PUM-kwin, not pum-KWEEN as so my blog does mislead. the pum-queen of your heart might may more sense to someone who is not me, which would be you, but honestly, if you understood what this one word means…
i honestly don’t have a definition for it. i know that instead of cringing, when i hear it spoken, the inflection, the tone, it makes me feel at ease and slightly tingly in my face. peach, plum, pear. it’s all i hear.
