The Thing and I were sitting on my back porch Saturday afternoon enjoying the beautiful spring weather. Sunshine, lawn chairs, Thing rubbing my propted up legs, beer in hand...does life get any better?
We watched as The Girl played on her swing set with the little girl from up the road. True, she is part of the White-Trash-Bunch of neighbors, but her and The Girl are the same age, ride the school bus together and only have each other in our neighborhood for little girl companionship. I do insist, however, that they always play in my yard.
She (of the WTB) still has some resemblance of politeness seeing as she's only 6 years old. At least I'm assuming. It's hard to understand her due to the severe Elmer Fudd speech impediment she has.
And sometimes things come out that you wonder 'did I hear that right?' because I think it's way too White Trash for someone her age. But I try to not judge her because of her family and on occasion have felt bad because of the lack of her luck in the draw.
Of course, any thread of a chance of me not going to hell was shot to hell when, in the picturesque beauty of two little blond girls playing, Spring, and leg rubbing The Thing went into a perfect imitation and every time I see WTB Girl now I can only hear Thing's voice saying "Would you wike a wap dance?"
