Fun in the Sun

One thing I really like about Lynchburg is being able to be "white trash" whenever I want. Everyone in Lynchburg is not white trash, but there are just enough people who are that you can do white trash things without getting the judgmental stares you could expect from other areas of the USA.
It is not unusual here to see people grocery shopping with super tight ripped sweat pants, the occasional mullet, or meeting someone who considers McDonalds fine dining. So you can understand why we feel the freedom to not cut our grass for two weeks and throw a blow up sprinkler pool we purchased from Big Lots on the lawn while our daughter runs around in a swim diaper and some purple camo water shoes I purchased at a thrift store. (Oh, and the fat pregnant mom who sports spandex shorts b/c it is the only thing in the world that is somewhat comfortable for her enormous body.)
So, three cheers for Lynchburg and the freedom to feel dressed up if you purchased your whole outfit from Target.