As soon as I drag our sofa out to our Barbie porch, it'll be full-on white trash Christmas. Sheets of upholstery foam, an adaptive bicycle, bats and other sporting equipment, a bound Christmas tree leaning on the wall behind me, and of course, our life-sized, singing Santa Claus. Thank goodness he's bilingual, so no one can accuse me of being elitist.
Nah, child. Until you have a washing machine on your porch, you're not white trash. Trust me on this one.ReplyDelete
A litter box would do it up nice.ReplyDelete
And a recliner. You need a recliner.ReplyDelete
What? That is not the real Santa Claus?ReplyDelete
We all have an area of our house that resembles your porch, so don't sweat it (I love that washing machine comment - so true!)ReplyDelete
Sorry to hear you missed your trip to see your family. But trust me, as someone who lives with a lot of snow and has sat in airports for hours waiting -- you made the right decision in not forging ahead. You may have been stuck there and it sounds like that would have sent you over the edge.....(and I know that feeling, not pleasant).
I think you should do stand up you non elitist comic you.ReplyDelete