Honey Pot

Don't they say 'you catch more flies with honey'?

 Princess Melody from Kinda Dance knows her stuff then.
(Irish friends: this is pronounced kind-aahh dance - rhymes with Linda. Not kind of dance.)
This is the 'moneys overdue' note she sent home in Magoo's daycare bag last week.

It reads:

A Friendly Reminder

Kinda Dance fees for

August

were due today and

I did not receive them.

(sad :-( )

Please can you pay

$17.00

by next week.

Lots of love

Melody

Attached, no less, to a birthday certificate for the soon to be birthday boy.

Nice moves, Princess.
Your approach is far superior to a massive, bald dude with an attitude and a bat at my front door.
The $ are on their merry way through cyber banking space as we speak, or type, or read, or whatever.
Your manners and cuteness are much appreciated young spritely lady with the glittery face.

Princess Melody and her sad faces might make some people want to throw up.
Not I.

In my teaching life, I am a parental suck-up-artist too.
(I said suck-up.)
I write flowery notes in student diaries, smile excessively out the classroom door, go to silly lengths for families and want every single parent to love my arse work.


Actually, in all my other lives I'm a huge sucker too.
(Dangerous ground here!)
You don't get to be secretary-of-almost-everything with a backbone.
I don't do conflict.
(Maybe when I'm a grown up, I'll be better equipped.)
In social terms, I'm as weak as your Nanna's cordial.

I NEVER want to offend people, so I get into some ridiculous situations.

I sprinted with flaming cheeks through a shopping centre recently, pushing a Magoo laden trolley, back to a store as all the shops were closing because I looked into the trolley to see a pair of shoes that a little someone had swiped off the rack. (They were a size too big for me, anyway honey!) 

I nod and give half baked smiles because I don't have the guts or tact to speak my mind effectively.

I have difficulty sending a text without a smile or a kiss.

I put little 'I Love You's in Magoo's lunchbox. 

I accept poor service.

I send emails and write blog posts with disclaimers, in case anyone gets cross. 

I'm a tad hurt by terse messages in my own inbox. By terse I mean no nice, fluffy stuff!

I let people push in.

Asking for money is right up there with dental work.

I appreciate 'pay up' reminders disguised as sweet love notes.

I like you, Princess Melody.
Even if everyone else says you're a giant sparkly suckhole.


Shar :-)

The disclaimer:
I don't make a habit of having outstanding accounts.
If I'm truthful, admitting to having even one has made me feel a little queasy.
We paid for the previous month but were away overseas.
I thought maybe Princess Melody or somebody at the palace might have graciously 'paid it forward' - but obviously not.
In arrears I am was. Ugh.