So Eva walked up the other day with her arms full. Upon closer inspection I saw that she was doing her part to "keep our country clean," a phrase she learned in preschool. She had picked up the trash in our front yard. Deep breath, stay calm. Uh, good job Eva, why don't you set that stuff down and I will get it later?
Yep, this is the kind of stuff that we find on our front lawn. Yep, that is a used diaper. Besides the germs, these are just things that no mother wants to see her six year old carrying. Even the Gatorade bottle grosses me out.
Ew, right? Double ew.
Hillbillies. I am your first Japanese hillbilly. The truck is in the garage, now. But that is the only car in there. One, unusable, truck. The rest of the garage is full of furniture and boxes and shotguns and antlers and stuff like that. On snowy days, I don't appreciate being a hillbilly.
A while back I saw a Hot Pocket sleeve out on our lawn. It just seemed to fit. I just left it there. It went away. That's what us hillbillies do, leave it there and if you're lucky, it goes away. If doesn't go away, oh well. We think Hot Pockets are funny. So does Jim Gaffigan:
And in keeping with the hillbilly theme, Eva lost another tooth yesterday: