Loretta and Bubba

I was just catching up on one of my favorite blogs- Casa de King. She had a post about her husband calling her "Loretta". It was a cute post. It reminded me about my own hubby calling me Loretta and me calling him Bubba.
Something to know about S- he has a quirk where he never gets metaphors right.
Some things to know about me: when we started dating I was very shy and quiet and even now I do not like to be the center of attention in a crowd of people.
Here's our stories:
One day before S and I got married, I was teasing him about something and said "Well, hells bells Loretta....! It's a line in Coal Miner's Daughter (Loretta Lynn's life story). S was surprised that I would say that because he felt I was cursing and that's not something I usually do - not his sweet, innocent, young southern belle.
A few days later we were in line at Wal-mart. It was crowded and the lines were long. We were next in line when S told me he was going to slip out and buy a newspaper. I looked up in a minute and he was back standing by the register waiting. I commented that it didn't take him long. He got this mischievous glint in his eye, a grin on his face and said loudly with his best southern drawl, "Well, hell, Loretta the news stand is just outside!"
I so wanted to pretend I didn't know him.
Thank goodness I'm not quite so easily embarrassed as I've matured. I'm reminded of those days though every time I hear S call me " Hey, Loretta!"
#2 "Bubba"
When S and I first got married, our address was a rural route number and a box number instead of a road name. That's just how it was done in the country. That's how it was listed on our checks, too.
We went shopping one day. S writes a check. The young check out girl in between, popping her gum, looks over our info and asks S if he has a street name. He looks at her slightly offended and says " What do you mean - like "Bubba"?!