Saturday, September 7, 2013

Redneck zen

So it turns out that our neighborhood has a bit more personality than we thought when we bought the place. A lot of personality. And I was being not so tolerant about it in my exhausted, uprooted state. Then C called me a snob. And that's how I ended up downing Rolling Rock and watching my seven year old navigate a quad in our neighbor's backyard while my neighbors declared,"They better not try to put sidewalks in this neighborhood!" This should be fun.


  1. Don't go livin' above your raisin', Missy. And . . . thank God for Rolling Rock.