Just a silly post from March 3, 2006, while Al was living in Chicago and Bean and I were still down in Atlanta wrapping things up. I got to thinking about it this morning because I've been washing sheets, blankets and comforters non-stop for two days thanks to the new One-Size-Larger pulling-up diapery things I bought for Bean Wednesday night. (MIS. TAKE. Apparently, these particular pulling-up diapery things must turn the kid's legs purple in order to be leakproof. What do your littlest kids wear at night to protect the sheets?) Anyway I was thinking I sure do wish I could line-dry my bed-linens. My mom always has, and I swear there's not a smell in the world that's more homey to me than good old sun-warmed, line-dried sheets still crisp from an afternoon in the backyard.
In ainser to yer qwestshun as ta why that thar Home-owners Assosheea-shun don't like us ta hang up ar wash outside ta dry, I reckon as how it's cuz summa us Suth-ners, you know, 'em as is also sometime cawled hillbillies? Well, 'em 'ere hillbillies, 'ey don't rightly keer much about what the rest of us might cawl yer "ASSTHETICS." You know, ASSTHETICS: Dem thangs 'at look purty an pleasin'? Well, hillbillies don't keer a fig about what looks purty an pleasin', an' ey'll just hang up 'eir bib overhauls and 'em 'ere ol dropseat long johns out 'n a front yard and leave 'em out 'ere fer a coon's age. Jis a flappin' in the breeze, sun up ta sundown. Yep. Right out 'ere inna front yard, right 'ere nexta 'at old pick-'em up truck on cinderblocks an' a toilet planter. An we cain't have that goin' on in this here high-fallutin' nayberhud, naw we cain't. Nossir. People'd think we wuz white trash. Which you an I know is only half-true, anyway.
Now I m'self personally had m'sheets out at nine ay eeyum, an' 'ey was back inna house an on m'bed again afore noontime. BUT 'ats jis me. Reckon I'm wunna 'em CON-SHEE-ENshus folks.