Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Murder in Dixie

Mammy: Savannah would be better for ya. You'd just get in trouble in Atlanta. Couldn't have said it better myself, Mammy.

Sister SIL Special Agent Cindy Gibbs and I spent most of the afternoon investigating a crime scene decorating Bella for Halloween. For the second time in two days, there was a traffic jam in the trailerhood. It appears Sisters Sharon and Kaytu were rubberneck'g in an effort to see beyond the yellow tape when traffic came to a standstill.

Rubbernecks, ha

Even though it was time-consuming and a shet ton to haul, we had so much fun decorating for this particular SOTF event.

The following photographs were taken at a crime scene and may not be suitable for all audiences.  View with caution.

Ding dong, y'all.

The bitch witch is dead, y'all.

Pick your poison!

Busier than a one-armed monkey at a flea festival, Cindy and I painted up our lips and rolled and curled our tinted hair...Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere. It was time to meet the ghouls girls for cocktails and dinner at the campground pavilion.

Them gals shore looked temptin' what with their freshed-up spit curls an' chalked noses.

Originally planned as an outside event, "Ghouls Gone Wild" took place inside considerin' it  was coldern' our witches' tits in brass braziers.

Endless margaritas and a catered fajita bar awaited us thanks, I guess, to Progressive? Anywho, Flo aka Sister Michele was our hostess with the mostest and what a swaray she put on!



Glenda getting her drink on.

Attendees included Sonny & Cher, Si Robertson, enough bitches with hitches witches to cast spells for days... Elvis, Bozo, and a shet ton of other fools characters.



By the end of the night my ears were ringing on top of my ears were ringing (not a typo). It was the most noise I done heard since my old sow got her tit caught in the gate. Time to git, Sister Cindy.

After all...tomorrow's another day. -Scarlet O'Hara