Someone told me once that I had "country girl toes". Well it never really made sense to me what that was until the other day. It just clicked.
This is how it happened:
I was cleaning up the living room just like I always do. First I picked up things that needed to go to the kids rooms and hucked (hucked- a redneck way of saying threw) them into the hallway. The hallway is their territory. Mama. don't. clean. the hallway... Then I cleared the junk off of the coffee table, and folded and put away the quilts. So far this is normal right. OK, maybe the 15 chickens chirping in the background is a little hickish (yes our new chicks are still camped out in the living room), but lets just look past that for now. Then I started picking up the things in the floor with my toes and passing them to my hands. I do this all the time, so the "click" hasn't happened yet. This is my system, I put dirty clothes on my shoulder and I keep the trash in my hands. If the object is neither trash or dirty clothes I pick it up -with my toes- and just toss it in the general direction that it goes. On this fateful day the object was Molly's shirt. I picked it up with my toes and give it a good back toss in the direction of the hallway which was behind me. The shirt flew over my head and landed on my face! It scared the poo out of me! I thought I was being attacked! *click* That's what it means! After all these years I finally get it. Country girl toes. Yep, I've got'em. When you can use your toes to help you clean house, and are even skilled at tossing and passing, just so that you don't have to bend your big behind over.....you've got'em. No question about it. It's just a little piece of redneck that was built right into my DNA. And that my friend is one more thing I have to be thankful for!
NOTE: I have added a category to my blog. Confessions of a hillbilly. Feel free to poke fun!