Sometimes, I just shouldn't speak.
I went to my parents' house this morning so I could perform the montly obligatory familial duty of dyeing my my sister's hair and my mother's mullet.
On the way out, my mother pointed out their new solar-powered porch lanterns. They've really gotten into this whole solar-power thing. They've got the solar-powered lawn lighthouse. The solar-powered walkway lights. Now these little dangly solar-powered porch lights that look like oversized Christmas ornaments. In short, at night, their lawn looks like a goddamn airplane landing strip.
On the way out, my mother pointed out their new solar-powered porch lanterns. They've really gotten into this whole solar-power thing. They've got the solar-powered lawn lighthouse. The solar-powered walkway lights. Now these little dangly solar-powered porch lights that look like oversized Christmas ornaments. In short, at night, their lawn looks like a goddamn airplane landing strip.
Mom: Do you think it makes us look white trash?
Me: White trash don't know about solar power, mom. So you're not white trash. You're like... white recyclables.
*headdesk*