Ya Might Be a Redneck...

So my hubby was saving cans--not for recycling, but for a special project he had in mind that he (wisely) wouldn't tell me about.

Now I know why. Apparently this is an okie alarm clock.

He hung it in the girls' bedroom and told them he would knock it around in the morning to wake them up. It serves it's purpose. It's both loud and annoying. He says he used to string cans together like this when he was young and hang them from his own bedroom ceiling. Ah, nostalgia. I'm sure back then that his mom was just as thrilled as I was when I laid eyes on this. In fact, I was literally speechless, but not one to knock the wind out of hubby's sails, I kind of just wandered off mumbling to myself, "Why, oh why, oh why?"

The girls think it's great. Sis nearly laughed her fanny off especially when she saw the expression on my face. I am just biding my time until everyone kind of forgets about it. Then one day it will just mysteriously disappear...