I left for a few hours to take Star to a soccer game on Sunday afternoon. When I returned, I was greeted by this...
in my front yard.
With the number of dead animals, the number of downed trees, the lack of landscaping, and the state of our front porch, it's a wonder no one has called the authorities on us yet. I thought all we needed to do to complete the hillbilly picture we have become was to move the broken washer and dryer from the basement to the out of doors. Alas, I just wasn't imaginative enough. A homeless shanty really is what our property needed to give it that lived-in look.
But that's not all folks! Take ten steps behind this and you will find...
the boys' quarters.
And a few steps farther...
I don't know if this was a failed attempt or the beginning of another, more stable, more attractive shanty. Whoever did this thought to secure the walls at least.
I should probably start working on my speech for when the cops show up. "Well, Officer, you see, they are really rotten kids. If you had to live with six, loud, obnoxious ne'er-do-wells, you'd kick them out, too."
I just have to send up a thank you that the cops didn't show up last night. I really would have had some explaining to do.
The kids decided to try out Phoenix's new air soft gun, so they quoted "A Christmas Story", donned protective gear and took off to shoot each other as many times as possible. "Well, Officer, we encourage our children to work out their difficulties amongst themselves, and they really don't like each other. In all fairness, I told you they were rotten."
On a related note, this has got to be one of the worst photo bombs in the history of photography. No, Hubby is NOT trying to shoot our daughter at point-blank range.
If you like seeing us in all of our redneck glory, just click on "the farm" in the sidebar. There you will find all sorts of posts that would make my grandma cry from embarrassment.
Have a lovely day!
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