It’s Friday and I’m feelin’ sassy. So I thought I’d share my butt story with you!
We live in a very rural area. As in, the town two miles down the road has 300 people in it. If I drive 10 minutes, I get to a town of 5000. Yeah, I’m in the middle of nowhere.
And a “feature” of living in such a rural area is that everyone knows everyone. Now, this can be good or bad. And it could clearly lead to a post titled “So Many Butts”; however, that’s just a little background info and not a reflection of my neighbors. I’m just trying to say that there is different etiquette in such a small-town area.
One thing that appears to be acceptable is to drop by the house you grew up at at any random time. So far, two people who used to live in our 100+ year old farmhouse have stopped by. Being the social, southern-hospitality gal I am, I invited them in and gave them the grand tour so that they could pass judgment see how well we’re taking care of things.
Now, as I was giving the tour to one of them, we went by the (only) bathroom in the house. He stopped and was talking how it still looked exactly the way it did when he remodeled it 30 years ago. (Some day I’ll show you pics – let’s just say it’s ready for an update!)
Then he walks over to the toilet and says “Wow, this is the same toilet I put in! Imagine how many butts have been on it!”
And I made some random “Oh, how interesting” comment because, really, what can you say to that?
So many butts….