Monday, August 17, 2015

This Ain't Yore Basic Subdivision

Sometimes I wish I lived in an Airstream
Homemade curtains live just like a gypsy-Miranda Lambert

Worried the Homeowners Association might show up unannounced and assess penalties, we quickly toured the trailer park for a wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am peek at our Sisters' homes on wheels. 

One woman's trash is another one's treasure. And in the eyes of us Sisters, trash is a beautiful thing.


The nerve...
"Thelma, we need this for Bella!"


Certain that Thelma and I would return to find a citation of sorts from the HOA hanging on Bella's window, imagine our delight when we realized we had dodged yet another bullet! AND, while the glamping gods were smiling upon us, doggone if they didn't send our Sisters by to pick up our beverages grocery list to fill...just for us!

"Beer run!"

Could this be a trap?  An April Fool's prank?  I don't know, but me and Thelma Lou were quite enjoying this spell of good fortune. So much so, we decided to enter a couple of ponies in the derby while we enjoyed our temporary residential status in the Bluegrass State.

"I wonder how the HOA feels about boarding horses, Thelma?"