The South gets a bad rap for people doing stupid things and I wanted to jump on the bandwagon this past weekend. Doesn’t it make sense to have a couple of cocktails and then get guns out of the closet?
Redneck? Fabulously trashy? Ultra stupid to give me a machine gun?
First Mate and Mr. Mate recently got home from vacation, setting up shop in their front yard. Naturally, I needed to go and see what the hell they’d been up to so we convened at their palace Friday evening.
You can see why we’re friends, right?
After a few rounds of Skinny Pirates, Mr. Mate decided it’d be a good time to show me a gun he recently handcrafted. Smart, yes?
Palm trees, cactus and a horse…what more could I need? A homemade machine gun, of course.
You can stop holding your breath. This piece wasn’t loaded.
Reacting to the heaviness of this metal – I could never be Rambo.
Photo bombing Mr. Mate as he was trying to have a pic snapped of himself and his weapons. I’m such a bitch.
Since I consider myself a professional photo bomber, I always love to see the work of other PBs in action. Look what my friend’s dog did to her sweet baby…
Spanky the dog should probably be my side kick.
You know how my kit cat Teddy has been such a shit about the entire moving process we’ve been going through the last month and refused to snuggle with me for weeks on end? Look what I woke up to on Saturday morning. A wet nose, a tiny smile and major purring. We’re back together again!
All is forgiven. FINALLY.
After my morning love fest, I took my rear outside and revamped a tired, light green wicker chair I inherited from my folks. One coat of metallic silver and poof! New life for the old chair (hope my parents never want it back).
Never met a can of spray paint I didn’t love.
My ever-constant hero, Dad came in to remedy a slight problem in my laundry closet. A washer and dryer that won’t let the doors slide shut. Oops.
Dad to the rescue!
Who needs doors when you can hang a shower curtain? Holla!
While I was busy making my dad sweat away, my little cuties from Iowa were having a pool party. Looks like my niece B is taking after her Auntie CBXB. She can ‘turn it on’ whenever she sees a camera. My nephew B on the other hand, can’t quite figure the damn contraption out.
What the what?
First Mate pimped out Mr. Mate on Saturday evening for all kinds of hanging shit up fun at my new mini-manse.
Husband honey do for some other chick is any man’s dream come true on a Saturday night, right?
Our (his) efforts were a huge success, as we got my ‘piece de resistance’ mirror up, centered perfectly (I had nothing to do with that) on the wall. Celebrate!
We wanted to capture the spirit of Johnny Cash. Did we do it?
All of the bossing around on Saturday evening really wore me out, so on Sunday I busted a move up to the pool and there was no one else there!
Private pool. That’s how I roll.
Upon my return to the mini manse, I was greeted with water dripping out of my bathroom light fixture. You can imagine how thrilled I was – especially since this is the second leak I’ve had in less than a month.
Leaks are fun.
Before using the saucepan above for a tiny swimming pool, I made my second supper in the new place. Skinny spaghetti, which inadvertantly ended up looking like Mickey Mouse.
Ted remains completely famfoozled over the noises coming from above him (you know, neighbors walking around), so he parked it on the bar for the remainder of the weekend to de-stress.
Taking after his mother.
Cheers to a fabulous week!