I'll see your tacky and raise you a pair of Hanes

A couple of weeks ago, my friend Kathleen sent out some pictures of her kids doing various and sundry kid-type things. All precious - she has three kids from 5 on down. The constant theme throughout the pictures, by way of her captions, was the general tackiness of their activities and such. Now, please note that I found nothing in the pictures at all "tacky", mostly because I have pictures of my kids doing pretty much everything hers were doing.

However, I'm quite sure that I have trumped her tacky.

This afternoon, as we were waiting on Miss Claire to come for our speech therapy session, the kids wanted to play outside. Due to the copious amounts of rain we had, the backyard was a sludge fest, so they went to the front yard/driveway. I, however, really needed to fold clothes. Soooo......

I proceded to open the back door of the van, and fold a load of clothes right there where the whole neighborhood could see me. And, it was a load of whites, so I was folding my and the Mr.'s unmentionables.
The only thing that would have made it more of a punchline for a redneck joke would have been if I had also been barefoot, nursing a newborn.
Tacky is in the eye of the Hanes-folding beholder. :-)