So, recently my long-suffering island-boy-to-Texas-transplant husband convinced me that the perfect retreat for our family would be in a thirdhand trailer on a bug- and snake-infested piece of property five miles from Nowheresville, Texas. Yeah, for real.
Once upon a time, my island-boy-turned Texan husband “Bubba-Mon” fell in love with a little piece of land known as Shangri-La and a rundown travel trailer named the Quacker near Nowheresville, Texas. We spent many happy hours rednecking there this summer. Then came August and the return of “teenager’s activities.”
Whatcha Gonna Do With All That Junk, All That Junk Inside Your Trunk(s)?
Bubba-mon and I went rednecking at the tractor pull in Nowheresville, TX last night. They say rednecking can lead to redneckedness, but I am NOT going there. Anyway, it was awesome, y’all!