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.

3 comments:

Stumbling Towards Perfect said...

Um. Thank God for Rolling Rock?

Chiconky said...

Yes! Thank God a lot for Rolling Rock.

abba said...

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