...I have often proclaimed myself "country, but not redneck", and those of you who have lived in the country know the difference. However, after the events of this past weekend, I may have to rethink my opinion of myself, or at the very least admit that maybe sometimes I do redneck things......maybe.
On July 4th we drove the few miles down the road to the closest fireworks display. We parked what we thought was far enough away from them to keep Carter from being scared by the loud "booms" of the fireworks. We were wrong. He was terrified!
Mainly because the location of the "launch" of the fireworks had been changed from previous years. This year they were launched directly over our heads. It. Was. Loud!
That isn't the point to this story, however. The point is, I , (since, you know, everything is my fault) forgot to put the lawn chairs in the car. (I did, singlehandedly, get both kids, the diaperbag, and the insect repellent in the car).
But we saw these people near us doing this so we thought we'd do the same thing. Especially when we figured out the fireworks started at 9 instead of 8:30 and Rambo was getting restless.....
We actually took the 3rd row seats out of my vehicle and put them on the ground and sat in them.
I know!
There are at LEAST 25 Redneck jokes flashing through my mind as I type this!
I think it must have had something to do with the Rodeo we went to last weekend. All those rednecks in one place! They must have rubbed off on me a little!
(go ahead, finish it...I know you're dying to!)


