I’m just sharing this because it was hilarious
and Al gave me permission.
When it rained while at the lake last weekend
we went into town to Walmart.
I convinced him to pose with the Duck Dynasty guy.
I think it is fair to say he experienced some degree of culture shock.
The lake house is 15 miles from town.
Town has a population of 6917.
There is a movie theater, a Dairy Queen and a Walmart
so really, what more do you need?
I think there may be a shortage of dentists in town because
I see a lot of really bad teeth at Walmart there but…
at least the ice cream from Dairy Queen and the
snow cones from Stumpy’s go down easy.
Also there is no shortage of culture at the lake house itself.
My dad sits and plays his guitar almost constantly.
He makes up songs and sings at the top of his lungs.
“Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya”
(He’s not that old but otherwise it is pretty much right.)
I caught Al laughing a few times and I know he must
have been wondering how the hell he ended up there.
My fun SIL looked mighty embarrassed
when her little boys were showing Al how
their dog does the booty scoot on the carpet.
Then there is the fact that my mother has perfected the
art of hiding all wine and beer anytime she thinks my
church lady SIL may show up.
After they left I went to find the wine and get him a beer
and I had to text my mom, who was taking them to the airstrip,
to ask her where it was.
It was in a cooler hidden behind some boxes in the laundry room.
She’s been hiding the wine and beer for all of the 25 years thatmy brother and SIL have been married.
It doesn’t phase me at all anymore, it’s just what we do, but Al was like, “I’m sorry, that’s weird.”
He is from an Italian family born and bred in the North East.
I can’t wait to see some of his weird family shit.
If there isn’t any I am going to be even more embarrassed.
He needs to come up with at least one crazy person
of at the very least, a mobster.
Oh well, he’s still texting me so I haven’t run him off yet.
There is always Thanksgiving.