Bona Fide Redneck

If you have followed my blog for awhile you will remember that I have been wrestling with the idea of becoming a redneck. People have been remarking that I must be a redneck. As with anyone who is in a state of denial I get defensive about this perceived negative connotation. The evidence finally got so obvious last Saturday that I can no longer deny that I am at least leaning toward redneckism. That right...I bought a fishing license in Arkansas and Missouri....And have already used both of them.