Doin' It Up W.T. Styles

I am dubbing the past weekend the "White Trash Extravaganza" in honor of recent events:

1. Our new neighbors- two women (friends? sisters? lovers?), each over 350 pounds, one of them the proud owner of a baby covered in a permanent layer of it's own puke. On Saturday night Chris and I were treated to a screaming fight between said women which also involved the breaking and slamming of many things. The smaller of the two bellowed phrases like: "You ruined my table and you ruined my life!" and "Who took care of you while you were pregnant and brought you Marlboro Lights?!". Oh, and did I mention this was at 1 a.m.? And it took place in their driveway? Which is directly below our bedroom window? Amusing, yes.
2. Our NH shopping excursion to continue the quest for a couch. My mother informed me of a sale going on at Furniture World and mentioned I should stop by there. I am here to tell you that my mother owes both Chris and I a written apology for making us waste 15 minutes of our lives in that hell hole. Think I'm kidding? There was a couch covered in stone-washed denim with little denim bows, people. No joke.
3. Chris's first trip to the Christmas Tree Shops*. He was appropriately amazed and disgusted in equal portions. He also made up a game where he'd exclaim over ridiculous items ("Is that a boot tray?!?!") and try to get people excited enough to pick one up and put it in their cart. It's amazing what the power of suggestion can do in a place like the CTS. All I can say is, I tried to warn him.

That's just how it goes in New Hampshire. We live free (and W.T. ) or we die. Represent.



*PS: For you New Yorkers I'd like to say- lucky you!