Redneck Wednesday

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It's a windy day, we get those out here. The breeze picks up and starts stirring all the tumbleweeds. I'm not talking about little branches the size of softballs, I'm talking bushes the size of small children! Those little devils chase you down the street, or worse start playing chicken. You drive down the highway and they tag-team each other; they zig and zag and try to disorient you while there is on coming traffic.

If you run into one the branches go flying like a firework display. Makes you wish you took the time to add a second coat of wax to the car.

You know you're a redneck when tumbleweeds are more devious than squirrels.

The highway, temporarily weed free.

A lone wolf weed away from its' pack.

Just a few of the buggers attacking my front yard fence.