Hillbilly Snobbery

Yesterday, in trying to prevent the kids from asking further questions, I masked a statement to my husband that I hoped our new dog didn't get "kn*ck*ed up" during her one stint of escape while she was off the leash for 20 minutes. (We've had her just over a week and we're still needing to schedule the, ahem, surgery.) His only reply was that my choice of words made me "sound like a redneck."

Tonight, he continued the theme. Our neighbor who frequently hangs out around the "firepit" decided he also needed a dog, who he brought to "play" with ours and our next door neighbor's. Combine this with my teasing for having attatched an old license plate to the wheelbarrow, and again my husband laughed, "we have TOTALLY become rednecks living out here in the country."

"WE?" I protested. "I still have a fair measure of sophistication, and remember, YOU are the one who drug me out here."

"Yeah," he said. "But you're still becoming a redneck. I admit it; you're part of the upper equalance of rednecks - but still a redneck."

Well, I never!

(fanning myself with a pork wrap. Just kidding!)

Ha ha! And naturally, the spell check is not working, so I can't check my spelling of "esqualanche." What are the odds?!