You might be a redneck if...

You know Jeff Foxworthy's "you must be a redneck if" jokes? Well today I had to take a serious look at our actions and realized, we might just be 'citified' rednecks. We just took a little trip that was quite interesting and something I just knew I had to share.

First we went to buy chicken food at the feed barn. Then I proceeded to ask the guy the 'dumbass question of the day' - DO YOU HAVE ANY HAY? That guy probably looked at me like I was a complete friggin idiot. There was two huge stacks of hay right behind my car. Truth is, my car was parked on hay. How could I have missed it? Anyway, he proceeded to give us a bag to scrape the parking lot of all the scraps we needed. We needed it for the chicken coop. For the soft little beds that they will lay those glorious eggs on. I can't wait.

Anyway, after getting that done, it was on to the man store. You know guns and ammo type stuff. Willie has been working really hard these past few months and never asks for anything. But he's been asking for something for a while now and he really deserves it, so I relented. With my dad's encouragement, Will has gotten into guns lately. He loves my dad's 9mm Browning and he decided that was what he wanted - a 9 mil. A green Ruger SR9 to be exact. One never before owned by anyone else. How could I deny him that? So, we went and bought one. Ordered it up like chicken fried steak (Will's favorite meal) off the menu. To be delivered later this week. Two minutes in and out. The benefits of living in the old west I suppose.

To top it off, on our way home I realized before we went to the feed store to buy the chicken food, to get the hay and to buy the gun, I had gone to the bank to get the cash. And bought a coffee mug. What does it say on it? John Deere of course. So I ask you - Are we rednecks? You be the judge.