And, now, just two days later, we celebrated another birthday in another Southern tradition: the White Trash Bash.
Have no fear friends, I have not had a stroke. I may have a claw hand in this picture and be complete with the stroke face, but this is all a result of Taylor taking the picture on "2" rather than "3."
What is involved at a White Trash Bash you ask? Well, lots of folks wearing short shorts, long facial hair, and way too much makeup. (Sir said I looked more like Mimi from the Drew Carey show than anything else...)
There was a lot of camoflauge and overalls.
At the WTB, we had only the best foods. Hamburgers, hot dogs, bologna sandwiches, pork rinds, boiled peanuts, Cheetos, Fritos and Jello Shots.
The cake was a true original.
It also provided a place for those empty jello shot containers.
White Trash Monocle.