Many years ago I realized I was by definition poor white trash. I was watching "Roseanne" and saw a painting on their bedroom wall that was like the one I have. It was the episode where Dan goes to jail for hitting Jackie's boyfriend. I originally bought the painting at a Starving Artist sale and when I lost it in the fire, replaced it with another. So my qualifications were certified. I had and still have money problems and apparently, no taste. (I really like my painting)
A little over a week ago I went to Starbucks and paid their high prices for a spicy pumpkin latte. It was good. Today I tried a gas station Pumpkin cappuccino. I really liked it. Even if it hadn't cost me less than half of the Starbuck's, I liked it better.
So, I'm sitting here enjoying my poor white trash moment. Think I'll get another one tomorrow.