This morning I drove down to the trailer to take sheets out of the washer and dry them a bit so they wouldn’t sour and stink up my brand-spankin’ new humble abode. Since I don’t have the phone or cable connected yet, I haven’t stayed there, not to mention the fact I haven’t moved my clothes, makeup, tables, well you get the idea. If someone wants to come to WV and help me finish moving- I’d pay you, well, nothing, but you’d have the satisfaction of knowing you helped a redneck.

Anyway, on with the post. I pull into the drive when I see it. Sure, I’ve seen worse redneck antics. However I don’t think any made me laugh as hard as I did this morning. The house in front of where I live/will be living, purchased a blow-up pool yesterday. The kids, 3 of them, were “swimming” in the pool. Which hasn’t been inflated. It’s flat on the ground. They had a raft “floating” in the pool. The pool contains maybe 6 -12 inches of water. Oh, I’m forgetting two important details. One, they had pulled a kid’s slide over to the pool and, one of the kids? Is about 20 years old. She weighs about 200 pounds. She was attempting to slide down the slide and well, it fell over. Ok, part of me feels sorry for her. I know what it’s like to be overweight. But I damn sure would never try to fit my fat ass on a kid’s slide for the thrill of falling into 6 inches of water. Wouldn’t a shower have worked just as well?