Have I mentioned before how absolutely Klassy we are? We may live in town, but we're serious rednecks. My husband once built a swimming pool out of 2x4's and a tarp that said 'Grand Opening'. Yeah, I was mortified, but it was in the backyard, and the kids had fun. Our fire pit used to be an old metal wheelbarrow. An old dead refrigerator once served as a tool chest. It's that bad. If I look out the window, I can see a lovely maroon bathtub adorning my driveway. My husband is waiting for me to sell it on craigslist. That may never happen. Are we poor? No. Ignorant and uneducated? No. We're just, well, us. And we're proud. I used to think we were the worst in the neighborhood. Not anymore.
On hot days, we have our own redneck waterpark. We have an old metal playground slide that goes down on our steps into the orchard. With a little ingenuity, and a plastic sled, the neighborhood urchins have a fantastic time.
When they're shivering and their lips turn blue, they take our old sleeping bags, lay them out on the grass, and catch some rays.
But here's the shocking part. Some people, some ordinarily classy people, let their kids out like this: 
I don't know about you, but I found this offensive.
