Rednecks and showers: An unusual combination
If you want to know a little more about her you can read my roast of her at Cynical Dad's place. Or you can simply read her blog and learn how she's pretty much walked over hot coals and ate leaches whole and whatever else they asked her to do over the last several years in order to adopt a special needs child --
who as of this week is officially her beautiful five year-old son.
In any case, there's a an online shower for her this weekend because hey, what the hell. When you're a redneck you don't give a crap about stuff like etiquette and only having showers for your first six or seven kids.
All you have to do is fill in the rest of the sentence "You know you're a redneck mommy when..." and you can be entered to win some truly embarrassing prizes.
For example, you know you're a redneck mommy when you have no problems using the phrase love sausage waiting for some muff love with little to no irony.
As for me, at first glance you wouldn't think I have a whole lot of redneck in me. But then I remember that I've vacationed in a trailer, have allowed myself to be photographed in a trucker hat, and have no problem declaring my love for mac n cheese in a box.
Redneck Jews, the other chosen people.
Congrats Tanis. From all my heart.
[photo via Yvonne, poached shamelessly off flick'r]