My husband is a redneck...
It's a fact that I often ignore. I like to pretend that he has some culture. I like to pretend that he's a bit refined, that since he did get some book learning that means he appreciates some of the nicer things in life. However, after today I can no longer pretend that he is anything but a good ol' Southern boy, who has no shame. What happened today you ask?
Yes, ladies and gentleman, that is my husband driving home the riding lawn mower. A lady down the road (a mile down the road, on another road infact) was selling a couple of old riding lawn mowers and we bought one. I think I would have died, but not my husband, he was proud to try it out by going that distance and by helping others out by mowing their lawns. Just look at him.
SO, in other words the front yard and side that it took me 2 hours to mow on Wednesday...
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