Thursday, November 7, 2013

Trailer Haven

Once Bella was sitcheeated, Sister Cindy and I caught the stagecoach for a ride downtown to Historic Bardstown for lunch and mandatory junkin' with the real Sister Louise. I moseyed around beforehand and snapped pics of Bella and some of her neighbors who had taken up residency at Butcher Holler Trailer Court.

We skeedaddled back to camp to find the Sisters had circled the wagons for another evening of shenanigans fellowship.

Plumb tuckered out from the previous two nights and now with a belly full of grub, it was time to hit the hay.

"Goodnight, Thelma."
"Goodnight, Louise."

"Goodnight, Bella."

"...But Damn What a Friday Night"

Barrel fever aside, I stumbled outside to finally dress stage Bella. I'm pretty sure she woke up with her head feelin' big 'nough to eat hay with the horses, too.

With Sister Cindy decorating inside, I pulled Bella's fancy doodads out and went to work. Despite weather or length of stay, we always enjoy staging Bella whether she's on display or not.

There she is, pretty as a peacock lookin' mighty temptin what with her freshed-up spit curls and chalked nose. Now, how she felt after the Derby party is whole 'nother topic.