Thanks to all the rain we had here in Minnesota, this past weekend, the transition is now complete and I am officially a redneck.
That is my back yard.
It now has a broken, smelly, Hide-a-Bed couch smack dab in the middle of it. Behind it is a smelly, foul, dirty and wet rug.
I realize that I cannot officially lay claim to redneckhood because my couch and rug are not in my front yard but it’s close enough for me. Since I have no idea what I am going to do with these items, I think I can claim “redneck” as mine.
Just getting the damn couch out of the basement was enough to make anyone a redneck.
I didn’t have to become a redneck.
This could have been prevented if someone had told me about the leaking of the basement ten hours earlier. It could have possibly been prevented if someone hadn’t left their dirty socks all over the laundry room and bathroom, covering the drains that prevent this kind of thing from happening.
It certainly could have been lessened if someone had picked up all the crap on the floor, including but not limited to all the bed sheets, quilts, pillows and other large items I spent washing at a laundromat last week because they were too big to fit in my machines.
But none of those things happened and now I am a redneck.
I’m thinking it’s time to put the truck on blocks, that will make it official.