Country Livin' Part THREE
There's something truly magical about being up in the country. I lose track of all sense of time and switch over to the automatic pilot of play. It's sheer genius. So, naturally, my family are all shuffling me around to house after house of what's for sale up there. Get me a pitchfork; I think it's all over for me. I might end up looking like one of these women!
I tried my hardest to get a not-so blurry picture of the neighbor up on his flying machine. My brother told me to head out for a ride with him, but there was no way in hell I was going up on that thing. "I did it" wasn't quite incentive I needed. Instead, I give you the kids on a snowmobile. Welcome to redneck country!
I tried my hardest to get a not-so blurry picture of the neighbor up on his flying machine. My brother told me to head out for a ride with him, but there was no way in hell I was going up on that thing. "I did it" wasn't quite incentive I needed. Instead, I give you the kids on a snowmobile. Welcome to redneck country!
Labels: Country magic, Flying Machine, redneck, snowmobile, The Kids
posted by nancycle at
11:11 a.m.
2 Comments:
as long as you dont start taking weeks off work to kill and hang your game in your yard, i think you are on the urban side still...
well, I took a week off work to kill time and post it in my blog, does push me over the edge?
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