Monday, May 9, 2011
There is an imaginary line that cuts my good state into two portions (much like the Equator). To the North, it is unacceptable to go shirtless outside of the four walls of your house. To the South of the line, no shirt is necessary. It doesn't matter what you are doing...mowing the yard, watching traffic, running into the Piggly Wiggly for a drink...whatever (no shoes, no shirt, no problem). So, my DH is from south of the line, and I am from the north. We joke on the way to see his parents about this line, and kind of make a game of it. While we are driving to the Holler (I am not joking...the good people of my husband's hometown actually call it this), we play Shirtless Dixon. It is a little game we made up (much like Radio Scan Name that Tune...hit scan and shout the song name to get a point) to pass the three hours it takes to get there (by the way, we did get everything done that had been placed on the agenda for this weekend). The game is a lot like Slugbug (where you keep points for seeing Volkswagen). If you see someone out in their yard/public without their shirt, you yell, "Shirtless Dixon" and get a point. Whoever has the most points upon arrival "wins". Although counting shirtless people isn't really winning anything (aside from new things you can't unsee).
Written for your enjoyment by Frau M.