Her brother was on the sofa, eatin' chocolate pie.
Momma was in the kitchen, cuttin' chicken up to fry.
Daddy was in the backyard, rollin' up a garden hose.
I was on the porch with Charlotte, feelin' love down to my toes.
and we were swingin' (swingin')
yes we were swingin' (swingin')
(John Anderson)
Side note: That is not our fence. Our fence is the cutest little white fence you've ever seen. That belongs to the girl scout house. After Ike, it was flat on the ground and hubby offered to replace it with a new and improved pretty fence. They refused...and now we're stuck with half a chain link on one side. Sigh. Not very Coastal, huh? Not that there's anything wrong with chain link, if that's your particular preference...I'm just partial to little white ones myself.
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