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.
ReplyDeleteA litter box would do it up nice.
ReplyDeleteAnd a recliner. You need a recliner.
ReplyDeleteWhat? That is not the real Santa Claus?
ReplyDeleteWe all have an area of our house that resembles your porch, so don't sweat it (I love that washing machine comment - so true!)
ReplyDeleteSorry 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.
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