Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Honestly, the youth of today.

Several years ago, during an enormous family vacation out here to visit us, I took two of my nieces and one nephew down to get tattoos. Isn't that the sweetest thing EVER? It was their idea, let me hasten to add, I was only along as a chauffeur. Plus, they were all in their 30s and already in possession of quite a bit of ink and piercings. Their father, my brother Ed, claims his youngest daughter looks like she fell face first into a tackle box. Hee hee.

So, driving along, making small talk, I asked "What does 'Get jiggy wit it' mean anyway?" I was just making a joke, but they all chimed in terribly earnestly to explain it to me, obviously taking pity on me in my declining years. I would have been mortified anyway, but then I realized none of their attempts at translations made any sense because they were trying phrase it in terms that wouldn't damage my aged sensibility. I wanted to protest that I am NOT OLD, that I am terribly hip, but as soon as you try that, you're lost. Best to just sit down and watch the Golden Girls marathon and dream of cheesecake.

To make myself feel better, I have turned to houseboy Septimus Septbooty.


  1. Forgive them. They don't know that we have done more living then they ever will, but why shock them & make them jealous? Does Mr. P have any ink?

  2. Certainly not. I am a lady. I do Lady things.

  3. Isn't it a paradox...just saying "I'm not old!" is kind of like saying "I'm not drunk":

    pretty much proof that you are.


  4. But the question remains: are you now, or have you ever gottin' jiggy with it?

  5. I still remain in the dark about what does it mean 'to get jiggy wit it'.

  6. Kinda makes Miss J glad she has no nieces or nephews around to make her feel old & decrepit. Plus, unlike Mr. P, she would probably try to talk them out of their tattoos... she IS that square.


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