I AM TRAILER TRASH

Dear Concerned Blog Family Members,

This morning, after receiving a call that my tin can on wheels had arrived at the dealership, I put a few rollers in my hair, covered my feet in a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers, stuck a toothpick on one side of my mouth and a cigarette on the other side of my mouth, jumped in the car (with the windows down and the radio on real loud) and headed off to Abilene to view the hunk of junk for myself. It is truly BE-U-TI-FUL with all the comforts of home. All it needs now is a few crocheted doiles, some fake fur rugs and a velvet Elvis painting and it will be PERFECT! The microwave is installed and ready to heat up that special campin food - ramen noodles (never leave home without 'em). We will be takin' delivery of our metal monster on Friday afternoon; however, due to the fact that SOMEBODY in our house has to go to ORLANDO on Saturday for a business meeting, we are going to have to postpone our first camping trip until the next weekend. HOWEVER, since I am highly agitated that SOMEBODY is going to get within 2 blocks of Mickey Mouse without me, I am sorely tempted to hook the dang thing up myself and head off down I-20, but I am a little afraid that I would end up in a ditch on the 6:00 news. Oh well, it will give me a chance to show Minnie the Campin Kitty her new digs and see how she responds to living in a metal box - she will probably think it is just a larger version of her robo butt box. I understand that OTHER PEOPLE who shall remain nameless may be getting to go camping this weekend and I hope that I can at least live vicariously through them until I get a chance to go myself.

Maybe I need to consider changing my name to reflect my new digs - Thelma, maybe????

P.S. The only one crappin at my house is the three cats