the joy of white trash, continued

So the April decorations turned out to be plastic, colored eggs. And I must admit that they actually looked pretty cool when the tree burst into pink blossoms with spring.


Natural spring foliage is apparently not good enough. The other night, they were out hanging transluscent plastic butterflies and flowers. At least now I know that I get to look forward to walking Puppy past their house All. Year. Long.

To further increase my joy, one of their yippy dogs is a long-haired chihuahua named Bubba.


Th. said...


You've got to be kidding.

Desmama said...

Now who's to say they won't replace the butterflies and flowers in a few months. With something even more tacky. It might be something to look forward to. In a way.

Tolkien Boy said...

Death to yappy dogs. Death, death, death.

And to plastic butterflies of every variety.

Sir Jupiter said...

Translucent Plastic Butterflies would make a great name for a band.

(P.S. you misspelled “transluscent”)