Mark has a high pitched
voice, you might say it's squeaky. Because of this he is often mistaken for a
woman when sales people call our house. I can always tell when that mistake has
been made because on our end all I keep hearing is "I am not a ma'am. Stop
calling me ma'am!". A while back when we switched over to AT&T from
Sprint, Mark wanted to get the best deal. Apparently the sales person on the
phone from AT&T kept calling Mark ma'am. So as not to stir the pot, and to
assure he got the best deal, he went along with it. In fact, what I heard was
this, "My name?". A few seconds of hesitation, and then Mark said,
"Marge, my name is Marge." Mark looked quickly over at me and then
said, "Here, talk to my husband.", and he handed me the phone. I
could not talk to the sales person on the
phone. I was laughing too hard.
Mark named our dog Bette. I
didn't like it at the time, but I went along with it. I have trained her using
that name, she responds to that name, and all our neighbors know her as Bette.
Now Mark has had a change of heart and he wants to start calling her Muppet.
All day long yesterday he was calling her Muppet. I have no problem with
changing her name after four months. Just as long as I can call Mark, Marge
from now on.
I think that is a beautiful compromise, Alan. Tell me how it works out while you sleep in the guest room.
ReplyDeleteOh don't change her name. I love Bette. She looks like a Bette.
ReplyDeleteStella's name was Estella. We called her everything from boodj to Miss T to Estella Remington Tiara. Keep Bette. If Mark is feeling Muppet fine. When you're in a Marge mood indulge ;)
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