One week from tomorrow, I will become the Pretzel Lord–ahem–Mrs. Prezalor. I’m not even married yet, but I’ve already heard the nicknames on repeat–from my middle school students (I tell them that Charles is the “Pretzel Lord,” and I’m the “Pretzel Lady”) and from friends: “That sounds like ‘Praise the Lord!'” It seems like whatever my last name (Hatcher=Hatch or Hatchling), there are always nicknames readily available. That’s okay with me.