New Levels of White Trash

So you tell me, should I be worried?

Today I slept in. Then I got up and went with the woman I live with who is not my wife for breakfast at like noon. After that I came home and sat on the couch to watch the Steelers game, during which I fell asleep. The Steelers game was followed by my going to the store, but that was hindered by my truck breaking down and a conversation with this same woman, driver's window to driver's window in the middle of the street. We then went together to the Pep Boys so I could get the thing I needed to fix my truck. While we were out we bought a gas leaf blower. Upon returning home I fixed my truck in the driveway. Then, roughly and hour after dark I fired up the leaf blower and cleared half of the back yard.

I am concerned.

Not that any of these activities on their own say anything about me, but the totality of the list seems to merit concern. I feel I am in danger of the phrase "the mother of my baby" in my future, or perhaps shopping for a nice property with a trailer home.

I swear, if this had been last Monday, in this frame of mind, I might have found myself pulling the lever next to Bush/Cheney. For a few minutes there I think I really connected to the heartbeat of America.

I take heart in the idea that very few true white trash representatives (members? designates? people?) would then come in and enter their experiences in a blog. So maybe I don't need to be all that concerned afterall.