About this "Nora Bee" thing. My real for-real life name is Nora. I have never really had any nicknames, except for the cruel British schoolchildren (so deceptively cute and civilized in their sweet little uniforms. I know their secret.) who called me Nora Batty, the mean old lady, famous for her wrinkled stockings, on a British TV show called Last of the Summer Wine that I've never seen but was on in the early 80's when I was a schoolchild there myself.
Doubly cruel because being from another culture I didn't know who Nora Batty was and that it was probably an insult, triply cruel because I had a hard time understanding their taunting little accents to even figure out what they were calling me. Actually, now that I think about it, the Nora Batty year may have been the event that launched me into the haze of sure-I-must-be-missing-something that lasted until I was about 29. I'll have to think more about that.
Batty things aside, my middle name and my maiden name both start with B. Several friends used to call me Nora B (lovingly, unlike certain schoolyard URCHINS) and remember when email was the best outlet for one's skills at dashing off punchy little stories to make people smirk? (That was so 90's.) I often signed my little email story efforts as Nora Bee, especially when I lost one of the B's to take on my married name of H. Then I started a blog, and kept Nora Bee, etc etc.
But guess what came in the mail today? To me, B Nora. Think he knows about my blog?
I may be speaking prematurely here, but I think my ship may be in.