It's official..........you be the judge............

The time came.

I'm not kidding.

Not this time.

I just have to tell you this.........

After many many memories...............

After many many laughs................

After many many naps............

After many many hours of television................

After many many conversations about it...........

After many many accidents where Charlie would flip over backwards in it while sleeping..............

After many many episodes, where Charlie flipped over backwards in it, and the cries of "Help me" would echo through our home.............

After many many muscles used in placing Charlie back in the upright position..........

After many many jokes on Facebook, from people that know and love the stories about Charlie, myself and his chair..........

The end has come.........

(look at it all curled up in the fetal position)

 

.........or so I had originally thought.........

It's broken............

It's broken in half..........

This happened over 2 weeks ago..........

So one would think that it would have been disposed of properly after a bit of some much due mourning, of course..........

...................but no..........

It's was placed on my front porch!

On my front porch I said!

Temporarily...........I thought...........

Two weeks later and I had to take a picture this morning and blog about it............

.................because that's what I do..............

In hopes that the shame of it all will cause mountains to move.......

..............or at least the dumb recliner to be removed from my front porch.............

Did I mention it's on my front porch????

So, much to my surprise this morning I walked into our living room and saw a two liter bottle of Pepsi on my coffee table...........

I'm not thrilled with the two liter Pepsi bottle being on my coffee table either.

Two liter Pepsi bottles need to be in my kitchen where drinks are supposed to be and not on my coffee table where accidents could happen and my carpet could get stained.

I love my carpet.

Just sayin'

So I looked at my couch and realized a "cover up" was happening right before my eyes.

My couch cushion was gone!

Gone, I tell you.

I took a deep breath.

I opened my front door.

I then saw my wine colored wet cushion propped up against ol' faithful..............

(ol' faithful, being, the nasty ol' brown recliner)

on my front porch...........

...............with a two liter bottle Pepsi stain attempting to dry without being cleaned.........

That's when I decided...........

White Trash???

Could I be unaware that we could be White Trash?

It's never occurred to me before.

............but, again, the signs are all pointing towards a

BIG FAT, YES!

These are definite signs on my porch-right?

You be the judge...........

No matter how much I love the glam and fancy world, that I believe I should live in one day with my tiara on, of course........

Maybe being the "Queen of White Trash" is just what's in the cards for me...........

I'm, quite frankly, tired of fighting it.........

it is what it is...........

.............and I'm okay with that, too.

I'm okay with being White Trash Fabulous!!!

(You knew I'd have to reinvent my title, now, didn't you?)

Have a great weekend!

Toodle-loo

Nikki Pugh