Hillbilly hoe-down, spit, chaw, boot skootin boogie

[yrkisskills]

Tonight I get to do a car exchange. My lovely little Corolla will be exchanged for my brother-in-law's white pick-up truck. Now, it's not a nice pick-up. It looks like it was plucked straight from the backwoods. There should be a gun rack and a rebel flag pinned to the back window. And of COURSE, I get stuck driving it the next few weeks because my loving husband doesn't know how to drive stick.

We are officially living in an apartment littered with packed boxes.

Ok, I gotta go pick up some Clint Black and Trisha Yearwood CD's for my hot new car (if only temporarily).