If being a tooth-missin', lesbian-type clothes wearin', trailer owner weren't enough, I've found the last remaining thing that makes me a hillbilly. As I write, I am sittin' in a foldin' lawnchair typin' m'blog...in m'garage and wavin' to the neighbors as they pass on by.
There is a reason for why I'm sitting in our garage. MiniMe learned to ride his bike last week and now I must sit outside and watch him ride up the block and down again, up and down, up and down.... I thought I'd make good use of my time outside and write today's blog. I carried my laptop out and had a set. I couldn't see a dang thing 'cuz the glare. I moved into the garage and knew what I needed to write. Then a neighbor went by and I waved. That's it, I'm a hillbilly.
Gotta go turn our extra toilet bowl into a flower pot.
5 comments:
I promise "I'm fixin' to move the bath tub out to the front lawn jest as soon as I can."
hello sweetie, i thought i would leave you a post, so that you would have at least a moment of excitement that someone else did.
Thanks. I admit I was a bit disappointed when I saw it wasn't the BFs but I'm glad for a comment, nonetheless.
Whaddya mean yer missin a toof???
By the way...I used to call TBF a hillbilly when he'd BBQ on the driveway at our old house! He'd actually put a lawn chair on the drive way and sit there with the old gas grill. Drove me nuts.
My father-in-law claims that all houses that have a lawn chair or two at the front door are inhabited by Italians (who he thinks are all hillbillies).
Yes, I am, in fact,missing a tooth. When I got braces (aren't braces on an adult another hillbilly thing?) I had a bridge removed in my mouth. It was disgusting and I chose not to have it put back in after the braces came off. Hence, the missing tooth. Yee hah.
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