Right now, I’m sitting in my living room reading over legal documents about my aunt’s will and laughing out loud to Despicable Me 2.
Earlier today I was at the farm using a chainsaw and directing a guy in a bulldozer to clear land. — By the way, favorite redneck moment: Bulldozer guy poured gasoline on a pile of dead trees and threw a kitchen match at the pile. WHOOSH. ” ‘At right thar,” he paused to spit “is the worse way to start a far.” —
When it came time to pay bulldozer guy, I picked up my delicate lemon yellow purse with the silk scarf tied to the handle and pulled out the checkbook. “Purty bag,” bulldozer guy said.
I’m still trying to figure out who I want to be when I grow up, and I’m not sure days like this help clear up this problem for me.