Disclaimer

I woke up this morning feeling like I should post a disclaimer about yesterday's scathing review of hillbillies. I was grumpy yesterday, and tired of... well, everything. I would like to point out that I had a nice time at soccer practice last night, talking with the other parents about dogs. Admittedly, I heard a grandma use at least four four-letter-words while chain smoking, but it was nice nonetheless.

Disclaimer:
I have friends with tattoos, southern accents, and GEDs who I love dearly. None of those things are bad-- they are part of who my friends are, and goodness knows there's a screening process before I hang out with people. No, what I was bitching about was that little extra something... a little something I like to call "WT", or "white trash". I do not have any friends who are white trash. That's part of the screening process. I have friends that smoke-- but not while they're feeding the baby a bottle. I have friends with tattoos-- but none say "bling" across their boobs. And GEDs... well, let me just say that a few years out, you couldn't pay me enough to go back to school, so props to those peeps. I have friends with GEDs, and I am proud of them.

No, my gripe was not with those individual traits, but with the giant population of White Trash straight from the trailer park to my neighborhood. Do not be offended by my grouchiness. Unless you truly are WT, in which case... well, you might not be able to read. I'm not worried.