Join Me in Snarkville

Apparently, I don’t have to go to the fancy thing this evening.  It seems that my husband just called after reviewing the seating chart and says that he is attending with his wife, “Karen.”  (So, NOT my name.)  Yes, it seems that the people who plan formal events to be Wednesday’s (because that makes no sense whatsoever) have also decided that my husband is married to Karen.

I say, GOOD.  What we need around here is another wife — preferably someone who will do laundry, cook dinner, and vacuum. So, what I really want to know is — how long has he been married to Karen (like as in, am I the first wife or not?) and when will she start doing her share of work around here?

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