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?

In all seriousness, I think when Prince called he expected me to be more than a little upset — since I can be so sensitive about my name and all. In fact, I could not stop laughing.  I kinda want to add to my dress one of those “Hello, My Name is…” Stickers and write in “Not Karen”  I’m now looking forward to spending the evening being Karen — I asked Prince if he thought she’d be more fun than me.  Perhaps, Karen knows how to do her hair.  Perhaps, Karen is a doctor and likes to talk horrible rashes at the dinner table.  This may make this evening more fun than I originally thought.

And this is so much better than our debate last night as to if knitting at graduations and school concerts would be rude.  Prince seems to think that knitting at such things is like screaming, I’d rather be doing ANYTHING but sitting here waiting for you to walk across the stage.  I kept saying that all of the graduations I’ve been to in my life were boring (as a graduate or as an attendee) and if I can make my hours there more tolerable then it should be ok.  He seems to think it would be ok to knit AND listen to my iPod at a baseball game; to knit only at recitals; but not knit at all at concerts or graduations.  I think that listening to an iPod at a baseball game would be wrong — but I’m not doing little league without a sock.  I think also that knitting small items to keep my hands busy while listening is NOT wrong.  If I were to knit when I was helping out back stage then I see that being a problem.

Needless to say, I’ve agreed to leave the knitting at home to night.  Heck, we don’t even know if Karen knits.