You might be a redneck if every time you do laundry you come up with one entire load that is nothing but camouflage. Ranging in sizes from girls size 7 to men's 2X. My dryer lint is so pretty after that load.
I just told Paul about the all-camo load of laundry and between bites of beef jerky while sitting in his recliner in his black socks, Crocs and camouflage cargo shorts, he replied, "Hell yeah!"
I love my life.
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
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Love. this. post. But here only son and DH wear camo, despite all the cute outfits my girls have nixed when I pointed them out on shopping trips. Feelin' a little jealous.
There ought to be one of those collectible porcelain plates for this special moment. You should put those mad dialing skills to use on those slackers at the Franklin Mint.
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