Good Monday mornin, Bloggers. De weekend just rushed by, didn't it?
One minute a Friday, an' as mi blink, a Monday! Ah have quite a bit ov proofreading to do, but I'll fill you in on de bizarre part of mi weekend.
I wore mi husband's shirt (a roomy, breezy earth-tone that goes very well wif mi tan jeans) to de mall on Saturday. I knew I'd get back before he made it home from pickin up de pampered Piglet at a classmate's house--and ah was leavin in good time to do just that--but the leafy vegetables continue to take a toll on La Piggy's alertness, and as ah was rushin to de exit, ah suddenly realized that ah forgot de major fing that I'd gone to that mall to buy--de clutch-purse. Okay, ah decided, if ah move really fast, De Piggy can still get home before he does. Ah was SURE I'd be headin outta de store in no time--and I was; but as luck would have it, ah got snagged by a P-O-P display/Christmas tree right in front ov de slidin doors. Ah grabbed at the hem of mi coat to see where it got caught, but by the time ah realized that it wasn't mi coat, but actually de trim at the calf area of mi boot that had got caught, de guerilla cosmetic-clerk capitalized on de opportunity to take a good aim and shoot De Pork wif a big spritz of some brand name perfume--right pon de front a mi husban' shirt!! "This fragrance is a special sale; would you like another sample?" she asked. De Piggy just look pon har. She retreated. (She was just doin' her job, but sheesh!)
Ah finally separated the edge ov de display from de side of mi boot, and raced outside only to be slowed down by de parkin-lot traffic. OINK!! We got in at about de same time, and mi husband isn't pleased about de shirt. As we approach our tenth weddin-anniversary, De Piggy's summoned de power of de Sad Face many times--and it usually worked. (He'd become forgivin after a while, and say, "Is awright, Piggy; fix yu face, man.") Not this time. Mr. Pig is angry. I'll be callin on de power of Sunshine's Punch a creme--ah didn't get around to buyin de Bitters to put in de Punch yet--hopefully, it's a potent potion that will put Mr. Pig in a forgivin mood; but for now, it's as frosty indoors as it is outdoors. Gi de poor Piggy a kiss.