You Might Be a (Closet) Redneck…
Who knew my island boy was a closet redneck? Eric’s new name: Bubba-mon. Enjoy the pics of our “new” travel trailer, property in nowheresville TX, and the hilarity of getting there. The kids weren’t with us this weekend, but our silly city dogs were.
Cowboy was so scared he shoved under Eric to get in the car to leave! What a city dog!!
Our redneck hideaway, the Quacker, hidden as far back onto the property and in the woods as we can get it.
My Bubba-mon loading us up for a 2-day stay.
200 pounds of city dog heading to the country in an overfilled Suburban.
He may be a Bubba now, but he's still wielding an island machete, mon.
There's barely room for me in the giant 2000 Suburban, what with the generator, Poo-Can (don't ask), 4 bikes, 2 dogs, and giant water containers.
Someday, this will be a beautiful country home for us, post-child-rearing; now…in the writing world, we call this a WIP, which stands for “work in progress!”