Wednesday, November 24, 2010

The Other Woman

Her name is Peggy, and I'm damn tired of her getting all kinds of perks while I have to do the drudge work around the house. She goes to movies and restaurants with Hubby. She is the goody-two-shoes who supports public television and radio. She even sent papers off to the title company when we refinanced our house. That Peggy! If I ever meet her, I'm gonna punch her in the nose. But I never will. In fact, no one will, not even Hubby.

Let me explain. Peggy is a mistype on some paperwork as well as a figment of my husbands imagination (more on that in a minute). It all started when Hubby was giving to the local public radio station. He'd put both our names on the form, but for some reason the person who entered the info renamed me Peggy. And so the Other Woman was born.

We kept getting donation reminders in her name. Even a phone call or two. And without knowledge of that clerical error, an old office manager I had, whom I didn't like, tried to get my attention by calling out Peggy (he knew my real name but was befuddled that day). I ignored him even though I knew EXACTLY who he wanted. Why yes, I can be a b****.

But Peggy isn't limited to paperwork and befuddled coworkers. She has been around for a while so it shouldn't be a surprise when she horns in on my life. Or rather, the life I wish I had.

(Trailer for film now out on DVD comes on television)

Hubby: Oh, that was a really good movie. Remember the part--

Me: I've never seen it.

Hubby: Sure you have. We went after eating at that new restaurant in Anchorage.

Me: (giving him cocked eyebrow of distain)

Hubby: Oh, yeah. That must have been Peggy.

Me: I hate her.

So, Peggy, I hope you're enjoying yourself. But do us both a favor. Load the dishwasher or vacuum once in a while. I can't blame the lack of clean forks on you forever.



At 6:26 AM, Blogger Maria Zannini said...

LOL. Damn, I don't even have a Peggy to blame for stuff.

You can always pick up Julio, the pool boy. :o)

At 7:48 AM, Blogger LVLM(Leah) said...

That's hilarious.

At least you have Peggy to blame the crap on. In our house I only have the cats to blame. Pretty lame. LOL

At least if you ever get tired of anything, you can tell your husband to talk to Peggy and leave you alone. LOL

At 8:27 AM, Blogger Cathy in AK said...

Maria, what's funny is with Hubby traveling all the time, we joke that he has to call if he's going to come home earlier than expected so I can get Raul the pool boy out : )

Leah, we blame the cats too. Well, not the lack of clean dishes. That's the dog's fault : )

At 5:18 AM, Blogger Writer and Cat said...

Peggy Pegau, huh? Sounds like a pirate or a comic book character, one.

At 6:13 AM, Blogger Cathy in AK said...

W&C: I know! That alone should make people stop and think a second, but nooooooo : )

At 11:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I get called Peggy every once in awhile. Much better than the Professor who called me "pigout". (His name was Begoet...I had nearly as much fun with his name. :)

At 12:08 PM, Blogger Cathy in AK said...

Pigout?!? I'd be doing more than making a play on *his* name, that's for sure ; )


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