Trailer Trash

It’s scary how quickly Drew, Bogey, and I have become accustomed to trailer life- it’s almost like it was meant to be. Of course having expert trailer parents helps. When my Dad offered to drive us and our stuff out west I thought there was no way we’d be able to fit all of our crap into the trailer. But after giving away half our belongings (ping pong table, surfboard, picnic table, bed, desk, book shelf, etc) we had no problem making everything fit. Our remaining furniture is packed in to my parents’ Excursion and our boxes of stuff are loaded in the trailer. Prior to packing we pulled the couch and dining room set out of the trailer to make room for our stuff. Our king size mattress is folded into a taco; every night when we stop we unfold it so that we can sleep on it. The mattress is covered in plastic to protect it during the moving process. When I shuffle around in my sleep at night it sounds like I am wearing a diaper. My mom was quick to point out that we can wet the bed without consequence- how trailer trash is that?!? We have yet to take her up on the offer. Usually Dad grills dinner outside while Drew chases Bogey through the woods, into the neighbor’s campsite, finally ending in some body of water. Tonight we formed a family band with Drew on the mandolin, Mom on the guitar, and me on the off-key vocals. Every night has so far ended in episodes of “It’s Always Sunny” (which I’m sure is making me stupider) while Bogey sleeps on the bathroom floor. So that’s trailer life as we know it for all those who were wondering. It’s pretty much awesome.

P.S. Since we’re staying in a trailer in Kansas, chances are there will be a tornado. If you see us on the news in our cut-off jean shorts and camo hats… you’ll know what happened.

Drew’s fun fact: More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes