I spent the weekend at my Redneck Mom's, a woman who seemingly goes out of her way to give me something to think about my entire stay. "Watch out for the spider in the sugar," she said.
So we picked up the large bag that was sitting in the cupboard and looked. But no spider. "Well, I know he's in there because I saw his cobweb and then he ran away."
More looking ensued, but still no spider. "I'll just keep using the sugar and if he shows up, I'll throw him away." *giggling*
Needless to say, I had no need for sugar this weekend.
About Me
- City Slicker
- I was raised on a farm in a rural country setting and at my first opportunity, moved away to go to college. It was then that family members started to look at me with suspicion. Not because I was going to school but because I lived in a town where it was "so noisy," aka a fire department and neighbors. The last straw was when I moved to California and became a "Califoriegner." Though I have moved back in state within driving distance of my extended family, I will always be a City Slicker in their eyes. That's not necessarily a bad thing either, since I now appreciate the value of running hot water, know why it's important to keep the goats and chickens outside and will never have to eat a pet calf Grandpa accidently shot again. After much begging from my closest friend, I've decided to share some of my stories with you.
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