Background: It is our family tradition to take a road trip to the mountains the weekend after Thanksgiving and cut down a Christmas tree from a local tree farm. I was feeling a little nostalgic this morning and read the past few years of tree trips in review on my personal blog. I knew I had to share this entry from four years ago with you~even if you're not from the South. Enjoy and be sure to take some time for a little humor today. :)
You know you're in the South (and maybe even a redneck) when...
...you're on your way to get a Christmas tree, stop to eat at Cracker Barrel, go to the car to feed your baby, the battery runs out b/c you've been listening to the radio without the car running and the person that saves the day with her jumper cables is Dot, the waitress, with four (not three) whole stars on her apron....
...you're on your way to get a Christmas tree, are stopped by the town Christmas parade and the highlight of the whole parade is the riding lawn mowers...
...and the yellow El Camino with a reindog in the back.
...you're on your way to get a Christmas tree, reach your destination and this is the first thing you see when you pull in the drive...
...followed by this greeting as you begin the scenic hike through the meadow on a cool, crisp afternoon in search of THE perfect frasier fir to adorn the perfect place in your home....
Yes, we really did encounter all of the above today on our way....you guessed it....to get a Christmas tree! Gotta LOVE the South!
4 comments:
May God help us today!!! -- Glenda :-D
Hannah - Your sweet humor gets me through many days! What a precious gift you have!
Yep! I love the South!
Thank you for the encouragement, Laura! Thank you for commenting tooo!!!!!!!!!! I'm glad you got a chuckle. :) Bless you.
Melanie, raise your glass of sweet tea...here's to the South!
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