Redneck house . . . .

The other day we got a new chair - for some reason the almost eight year old glider/rocker/recliner needed to be replaced. So it was a bit . . . worn - I like to call it well-loved. So it had Kool-Aid stains (thanks, Timmy) - I like to think of it as tie-dye. So my wall had black marks from where the boys would spin the arms into it - I like to - nevermind, that was just plain annoying. It was still one of the most comfortable chairs EVER!

We ended up getting a really nice rocker/recliner (no swivel = no marks on the wall). We also were lucky enough to get a new redneck house for the kids. Like any true child, the box was the coolest thing we could have ever gotten them. They had a BLAST with it - as you can see from the pictures. More than once Andrew would have the box all taped up (with Timmy inside of it) and would ask me to take it to the post office. Even more than that, I would have the box taped up with BOTH of them inside of it and getting the phone to call for a UPS pick up. What? I had airholes for them!

At one point - we really did look like the Beverly Hillbillies when I was repainting the front porch railing and Rich was watching me. The Hillbilly part comes in when I tell you that our little table, chairs, and bench from the porch were in the front yard. Along with the OLD chair from the great room - which Rich was sitting in. Oh yeah - and the boys were playing in the box which was in the front yard. YEEE HAW!

And you thought it stopped with our fancy pool!!!! See, we move to swanky Victor and start living the good life! Well, at least we pretend to live it - we aren't fancy like our friends who live in Farmington!! Everyone has to dream, right?

And don't forget to check your front porch . . . . you never know where the boys may end up!