Full Moon in Franklin
There was a full moon in Franklin this afternoon, underneath the kiddie play area at Gentry's Farm. This granola mama and her hippie husband must be so in touch with the earth that she feels completely in her element, being one with nature and letting it all hang out.
Mind you, I spotted this woman before she ever crouched down, when her hippie backpack caused her shirt to hike up, exposing her entire lower back, and I thought, how does this lady not feel that her shirt is pulled up?, and then she goes and squats down, and not only is her back exposed, but her backside...
Yep, that's my darling little boy next to the perpetrator, blissfully unaware of the wardrobe malfunction crouching next to him. Lady, this is a family establishment. Undergarments and belts are your friends. Now folks, that just ain't right.
posted by Amanda Bradley @ 11:17 PM
2 Comments:
At 6:27 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hahaha! Superbly snapped and written up Amanda! The hippiewhore and hippiewhorehubbie also saw fit to put their spawn in a flat cap.
So we have superflous and inapropriate clothing on hippiewhorespawn's head and inapropriate LACK of clothing on hippiewhore's funnel. Nice.
At 9:48 AM,
Anonymous said…
I'd have told her to pull her pants up and show some damn respect. And if she wanted to make an issue out of it with me then she'd better hope her local hospital includes granola in liquid form. As for her husband, I could probably lay him out too.
Rochelle
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