I am not a Hick...
I did not see a sticker on the back window of a large 4x4 Ford Pickup Truck driving in my town that said...
Help us please
Daddy just farted
And we can't get out!
I did not laugh out loud...
Because my humor is way to sophisticated to find such a thing funny.
I did not hear on the radio just before Christmas an ad for getting your truck bed lined. I did not think to myself that I would consider that one of the best gifts I could ask for.
When I was driving with one of my college age sons we saw a sign for the lottery. When asked by said son what I would do if I won the lottery I did not without hesitation blurt out
"New barn so big that we could have a full basketball court upstairs where we could have games, roller skate, and have square dances"
He did not look at me with a deadpan face and say
"I do not even know why I ask you these things"
My favorite store does not have a large sign that says
Open at 6am
No...stores with bait windows are not nearly highbrow enough for me!
My second favorite store was remolding their gun room and running a great sale...
I did not consider running out there for some stocking stuffers for hubby and to just do a little window shopping...
No, I would not window shop in a gun store...with a specific raccoon in mind.
Really I wouldn't!
On the way home from the bank I did not turn up the radio and sing,
Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy
At the top of my lungs...knowing every word!
I was also not just a little thankful to be in the car by myself without children as to not having to listen to Veggie Tales...again!
No I would not do such a thing at my big classy financial institution.
Besides, who takes their camera to the bank anyway???
No I am not a hick...
And you can't prove otherwise!
And for further proof...I am over at Not Dabbling in Normal where I've written a post on gardening with kids in the winter, specifically worm boxes! Nope, not a hick...