I never could have predicted the freedom it would give me to be my true self. Because apparently I am a closet redneck.
If my yard has more weeds than grass, and those weeds are over a foot tall,
does that make me a redneck?
If I "hide" a van that doesn't run in the corner of our property and leave it there for over a year,
am I considered a redneck?
If I back my van up to the front porch to unload groceries in a hail storm and accidentally run into the step, then leave it like that for two years,
would the term "redneck" fit me?
If my washing machine stops spinning and leaves my clothes sopping wet, so it takes my dryer over an hour to dry the clothes, but I keep washing them, thus creating a back-up, which I solve by stringing rope across the front porch on which I hang the wet clothes to dry,
how redneck am I?
And lastly, if we get a new leak in the same bathroom that has a toilet that hasn't been able to be used for six months, and our solution is to put a bowl in the middle of the floor which isn't actually big enough to catch all of the drips, and keeps getting kicked over by kids anyway,
am I a redneck?
Of course, I may just be a lazy procrastinator.
One of the two.
But, have no fear, Dad, I am on it. I have finally gotten to the point that, to quote one of my favorite movies growing up, "I can't stands no more!"
The van goes to the shop tomorrow night.
The plumber comes Thursday morning.
A new washer comes from our friend's house whenever we get the chance to pick it up.
The lawn mower should be back from the shop today or tomorrow.
The step will stay.
I don't have a Guy to call for that one.
Have a lovely, productive day!