Farm Chick and I just had our Christmas get together. No children…no testosterone. Only girlie gossip…general complaining/man bashing…and present exchanging.
It was an evening full of laughter…trying to buy a life size burro from the Mexicans…and general good time.
Farm Chick presented me with this box…and I’m thinking she got me a box of fruit. And for all you people out there who don’t know…I hate fruit…HATE IT…ALL OF IT…unless it’s pureed and mixed with lots of liquor.
Anyhoo, I open the box…and tada! It’s a redneck girl’s Christmas dream!!!!
A festive pitcher with matching glasses to get tanked…a hedge apple to keep the spiders away…and Astroglide for relations with my husband…cause sometimes spit just don’t do the trick!
(To the parents and in-laws…pretend the above sentence does not exist…you know your grandchildren were immaculately conceived.)
(To Rico…thank you for the rockin’ Sigma 10-20mm lense that I took these pics with…I guess sometimes bad girls do get presents from Santa!)










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