Thank you Bev! Now pop on over to see all the pinkness
This is Pegi’s Butt.
Pegi is my youngest sister. As a mater of fact she is only two weeks older than my daughter.
This phenomenon is a little family tradition that I broke by not doing my part by having a baby when my granddaughter was born.
As If.
You see, I have an aunt who is a year younger than I am. We went to college together. Her being my aunt became so tedious to explain that we finally just told everyone we were cousins.
Pegi and Martie went to grade school together after my father died and they moved out to California.
All of this business, plus the fact that my brother married our step-sister, (When Mom remarried later), caused me to win the
“Weirdest Family Award,” in the teacher’s lounge, year after year.
(Until I taught with a gal whose brother was a convicted serial killer. That bumped me right out of my coveted position.)
Pegi, being the youngest kid in the family should have been spoiled rotten, but there was that damn Martie to compete with. Once at age two, as Mom held her granddaughter, Martie, in her lap, Pegi announced in a sweet little voice,
“I sink I’m gonna bomit.”
Martie lived to get her sweet, timid aunt in trouble.
Once (when they were three) Mom and I over heard this conversation;
Martie: “Come on, Pegi, Lets go play wif
the toothpaste!”
Pegi: “Okay.”
(Thirty seconds later)
Martie: “Gram! Pegi’s in the tooth paste!”
My favorite story about the owner of this butt is about her favorite doll. It was a Pussycat Doll, and I now notice they are valuable collector dolls.
Our middle sister had a date with a guy she really liked. He came in and sat down on the sofa. He inadvertently sat upon the doll. She ran in and squealed, “You’re sitting on my Pussy!”
I don’t think there ever was a second date with that poor guy.
