OK, so you put the kids to bed and you are sitting in the dark watching Blue Collar Comedy because obviously you have no life.
It's about 10:30 at night which is really late for you to be up.
Someone pulls in the yard and you ignore it. Probably some lost drunk.
The phone rings and it's your sister in law.
"I'm in the shanty, Grampy's boiling sap, get your but down here!'
"nah", you reply and hang up.
You sit there, Larry the Cable Guy says goodnight.
The phone rings again, "For God's sake, get your but down here, we have home made cider'.
"Nah" you answer.
You sit there in your bathrobe.
It's raining out.
The late news comes on.
You can't stand it any longer.
You get your rubber barn boots on and throw on a coat over your bathrobe.
The shanty smells so good, like maple.
"We knew you would come down".
"yeah," you reply.
They hand you a bottle of home made hard cider.
They hand you a cigarette, you light it with the fire from the sap boiler.
Grampy entertains everyone with his stories. He uses the word Jesus about 20 times and the term "it's over", another 30.
It is good to be home with my redneck family.