I spent the last evening of our CO vacations sitting on my dad's back porch, drinking beer, and chatting. It was so relaxing and fun! At one point both of my children asked if they could taste my drink (it was Fat Tire, not some watery Coors Light). Well, my dad let me taste his beer when I was a kid and I remember being repulsed. I figured, hey, they'll hate it and maybe that will take away some of the mystique. So I gave them each a tiny little sip and they made the most hilarious faces you've ever seen. Then they both had to go spit in the grass to get the taste out. When they came back Wild Thing had this to say:
I'm no lady, I break the law, and I have a tattoo. I have achieved the makin' of a country song. Or white trash. Or is that the same thing?
