It’s White Trash Wednesday here at Cowboys and Crossbones and I bet you were thinking I would be low on content by now. But fear not, as I have lead a fabulously trashy life at times (and with my extended family).
Growing up, my sister and I had the fortune of being raised alongside our kinfolk (I live in the South now, so I can use that word like it’s no big deal and still relevant in this century. Although I only ever heard it once growing up, in a history book). A batch of our cousins would visit for weeks at a time in the summer and and being in such a small town, we made our own fun. Like getting the garden hose out and filling up the plastic pool on the deck (even when you feel WAY too grown up to get into it).
As it goes with family, you often times become so comfortable, you can let it all hang out (sometimes quite literally). On the specific day in the photo below, we had an absolute surprise from my cousin T (same cousin who named Skinny Pirates). He was particularly lazy, not wanting to get out of the pool for a bathroom break.
Being white trash is knowing better but doing it anyway, not giving a rat’s ass what anyone thinks. And T absolutely knew better but rejoiced in seeing our squeals of disgust and overreaction to the floater in the baby pool.
Now that’s nothing if not fabulous trash.