Hello, Blogland, how's your Monday? Mine's got money issues. Last night, when ah was ironin', mi pampered Piglet asked, "Mommy, how much money did yu collect for the fundraiser?" Turns out he has to turn in the papers today. Pressure. De Piggy haffe goh resurrect that from mi handbag now. Mr. Pig malice them tings deh. He wanted the school to serve only healthful/organic food/juices in the cafeteria, but the Board of Ed didn't completely follow through, when Mr. Pig went all out wif the overpriced fundraising catalog a couple years in a row, so now Mr. Pig leaves all de beggin to Da Piggy. Oink! "Yu naw contribute a smalls?" ah asked Mr. Pig. "Nope," he said, "and tek yu eye dem off-ah mi shirt dem!" (Side bar: He doesn't like it when De Piggy wears his GOOD shirts; an' of course, ah won't put on any a them--until him leave!) I'm not as vexed as Angry Dog, just slightly annoyed, 'cause I'll be stoppin at the Bankport to withdraw far too much money to sponsor overpriced items (so that de Piglet can win a prize for high-achievin' beggar). Lawd knows, him beg we enough!
I had no such beggar's luck, when ah used to do Walk-a-thon in grades 3 and 4. Ah recall one evenin' when De Piggy and a classmate hopped over to Red Hills Mall wif mi Auntie. We deedle-dawdled outside, waitin' for her and wavin' de paper about, until we saw an oldish woman and a little boy approachin. "Let's try them," De Piggy said, and mi classmate quickly chose the softer of the two--the oldish woman. De Piggy reluctantly approached the boy (in our peer group, about 9 or 10). He was goin' to buy some chocolate, he said, but then he smiled and split his chocolate money wif Da Piggy. Score!! Surprisingly, the "soft-hearted" oldish woman implied that she wasn't interested. (Ah believe her exact words were, "Move yu sowwah bumbo!") Then she went on to vent about how we better off than she, an' how our "people dem inna big job." What led her to think that? De Piggy's people worked in the low rungs (teller) at a bank (which, back then, I'm told, carried de same dubious status of workin' at Kentucky Fried Chicken in Cayman). It wasn't a question of smarts; yu only had to have a certain look to work there, an' mi relatives--male and female--had that glossy look; but suffice it to say that mi Walk-a-thon never made it to the heights of the icing-cake prize. People gave pitiful little--even when mi aggressive Auntie badgered her coworkers at de bank. Now, years later, here's De Piggy breakin' the unspoken beggin' code by puttin' up all de money herself! Jeez!
In closin', Dr. D., if U're still in da CD mode, try de soft new stuff from Latifah. And Jdid, I'm finally wonderin' why you're called Jdid (jaded). Okay; happy Monday, all--give De Pig a kiss, dawlin.