Only so far removed from white trash
I’m only one generation away from what is basically poor white trash. And sometimes it shows. To wit:
So, Sunday, with the Mrs. gone, the kids were playing in the kiddie pool. We wrapped up, went inside for a bit. Then both kids wanted to go back to the pool. I’d already cleaned up swim wear and towels and stuff. And my backyard is pretty private. So, I just took the kids’ clothes off and let them splash around naked. In a kiddie pool. While I drank beer. And I thought to myself Self, this is pretty white trashy. But at least my beer was Stella Artois and not Natural Light.
Also, the Second had a big weekend. Among his firsts: can get up stairs, can high five, and I retired the bath seat.
June 26th, 2007 at 10:42 am
Stella Artois and Natural Light?
Man, you are one conflicted fella….
June 26th, 2007 at 10:44 am
Oops, should have read and not Natural Light.
June 26th, 2007 at 11:27 am
Whew! Scared me there for a minute…..
June 26th, 2007 at 11:37 am
I dunno, I’d like to see how many functioning cars you own before I declare you to be non-white-trash. 😉
June 26th, 2007 at 11:56 am
Meh, that’s par for the course with us, and my wife is Canadian. It’s not white-trash, it’s natural 🙂
June 26th, 2007 at 12:16 pm
[…] All Say Uncle needs now is some cars up on blocks in his yard: So, Sunday, with the Mrs. gone, the kids were playing in the kiddie pool. We wrapped up, went inside for a bit. Then both kids wanted to go back to the pool. I’d already cleaned up swim wear and towels and stuff. And my backyard is pretty private. So, I just took the kids’ clothes off and let them splash around naked. In a kiddie pool. While I drank beer. And I thought to myself Self, this is pretty white trashy. But at least my beer was Stella Artois and not Natural Light. […]
June 26th, 2007 at 11:34 pm
Same thing, sort of, happened here yesterday. Looked like thunder and lightning coming, so I made the toddler grandkids get out of the kiddie pool. Took off their swimsuits on the porch, looked at the sky and it seemed clear, so I sent ’em back into pool nekkid. Later some deer and groundhogs came by and got a drink from the pool. The drought, you know. My neighbor’s brother went for the gun in his pickup, and I said, “If you shoot that groundhog, you’re a dead man.”