You know you're "country" (and a little crazy) when your husband's pants keep losing buttons, but instead of buying new pants, he searches for a belt. Mind you, he's not just "country": he's also "frugal." Anyway, he doesn't find a belt...probably tossed those ratty old things years ago. Does he...
I remember sitting in my grandma's living room when a hawk slammed into her picture window and killed itself. My brother and I carried it around and played with it the entire day. So, evidently, some KIDS also enjoy playing with giant bird toys. ;-)
Hey, that's a great idea! Sell 'em on Etsy! Mary had a little chicken...hahaha! The world would be a boring place without farm kids. ;-)
The ear of field corn thing was really cute and funny until one night, he woke up, SCREAMING his head off and CRYING inconsolably for "CORN! CORN!" until...
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You know you're "country" when your toddler goes to bed snuggled up with ears of field corn, pine cones, cucumbers, and dirty carrots from the garden...NOT stuffed animals and teddy bears.
At least you rinse the poop off. We just stomp our poopy shoes in the church parking lot.
Hey, I'll hit a deer for you! In 9 years, I've hit 3 and had near-misses with LOTS more. The first and worst was a month or so after I bought a brand-new car. Imagine that...
I prefer burdock leaves myself. They're big, soft, flexible, and make GREAT tissues. But in a pinch, yep, corn husks do the trick.
Around here, we call those "snott rockets." Whatever you choose to call them, I think most of us country folks are guilty... myself included. ;-)
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Now that is just hilarious! So, is he the one who introduced you to rattlesnake? My husband says iguana tastes like sweet chicken. Some of them get HUGE! Imagine how many more people that would feed than a skinny rattler...
So, when are we having that potluck? Outpost is hungry. I volunteer the...
You know you're country when you eat "soup beans." It's that glorious concoction of white beans and ham cooked in ham broth. Everyone in the civilized world calls it "bean soup," but no...YOUR hick family calls it "soup beans"!
Same here on all counts, but on my property, it's groundhogs and coons. I've shot at many a groundhog from my back deck and have yet to hit one. These days, I leave the job to my husband. He's a gifted marksman and VERY rarely needs to use that second bullet.
Well, it's definitely "normal" in...
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I'm actually a rather serious person, but this thread does something to me...
You know you're country when something is rotting in the state of Denmark...and something is rotting in your basement, too. And it smells ungodly. But you never go down there to find...
@datschicks , I was looking back over the thread and came across your post. Please accept my belated welcome! I hope you have some good laughs, and if you think of anything you'd like to add, by all means, go right ahead!
Those shirt "fruit baskets" sure are great for trips to the orchard! And if you're lucky enough to be wearing one of your husband's frumpy old "holey-r than thou" t-shirts with a pocket that's just big enough to hold a couple of freshly laid eggs from your stop-over at the coop, you've REALLY...
@shortgrassYou know you're county when you see this in a farm store and "get" the humor:
You never have to explain "cow pies" or "road apples" to any country person here...