The kids are really into this slang word right now – “savage.” Savage is what you say when someone insults someone else, or something bad happens, or something good happens to someone else but not to you. It’s not really for use when something good happens to you – yet – but as far as Sir Monkeypants and I can tell, throwing it out there, followed by a couple of dabs, is pretty much always cool.
As a result, we’ve been trying to slip it into conversation as much as possible so we seem young and hip. I think it might finally replace “totes” and “word” in my vocab.
Oh, I just remembered! If something is really good it’s “legit.” I’m so hip it’s painful.
In other news, for the past few weeks I have been doing the grocery shopping on Sunday mornings with Captain Jelly Belly, while Sir Monkeypants takes the girls to swim class. The Captain and I talk about all sorts of things, some silly, some serious, and that’s cool (“legit” for you young folks out there).
This weekend we got to talking about what it would mean to win the lottery. We talked about how sure, it would be great, but it also means a lot of stress and strained family relationships for the winner. Family will feel happy for you, at first, but it’s always hard to see someone who has been on a par with you suddenly have no worries. He said he’d gift his family members a one-time payment to placate them, but then we talked about who would be chosen (siblings? cousins? close friends? how far does it go?) and what would happen in a few years when someone fell on hard times, while he was still getting new cars and taking family vacations and paying outright for his kids’ educations. Does everyone get the same, regardless of their status? How firm would you be with the one-time thing, if it meant causing hard feelings?
So that led to an interesting point: how much money do you think would mean that your family and friends might come looking for a payout or helping hand? If you won say, $50 on a scratch card – obviously not. What if you won 100 thousand? Is that enough that your parents and your siblings might expect a bigger Christmas gift, or for you to pay for a group vacation? What if you won a million – not quite enough to retire for the rest of your life, but enough so you wouldn’t have to worry about university or braces or a sudden flood – is that the level when you’d be expected to share the wealth?
And what if you won something like, 20 million dollars? Would each of your siblings expect say, a million a piece? What if you have 10 siblings? What would be fair, and what would be expected?
That led to a discussion of how borrowing money among family members sometimes (ALWAYS) leads to trouble, and I shared my personal rules: if you’re the borrower, don’t be a dick when it comes to putting everything in writing and setting a payback schedule, and then try to stick to that schedule as best you can. And if you’re the lender, be sure you can afford to view that money as a gift – always hope for repayment, but don’t lend it in the first place unless you can afford to ruefully-but-cheerfully write it off (and then refuse future loans).
Hopefully that sunk in – it got a little lecture-y. I think he was still dreaming of winning the lottery.