DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS AND DON'T MESS WITH MY......

I would like to dedicate this post to my cousin, Suzanne.
She has this sweet demeanor, is a lot fun to be around kind of cousin we all wish we had.
That's what she wants you to think...

*The following story is graphic and may not be suitable for all readers.*

Suzanne came down from Dallas last week; I told you about that in a previous post. And, I remember singing her praises in that post because she is someone I don't see very often but love it when I do because we always have so much fun.

That was before I found "the surprises" she left me when she went back to Dallas on Friday.
You probably noticed that I didn't say "the presents".......one would think that she would have left presents for me since my HALF BIRTHDAY is MARCH 1st and that's just around the corner.

Mom and I returned home from the airport and went about our afternoon. That night the Tank took us to this dive in Center Point for supper. Therefore, no reason to go into the kitchen, into the fridge.

It's a blur right now, specific days and what happened when is all a blur as I write this, but the story can still be told.....It wasn't until I went into the kitchen to get my medicine out of the fridge that it all started *like a horror movie*.

I went to the icebox and THIS is what greeted me.....

And I'm not talking about the asparagus. Unfortunately at this point I thought the cleaning ladies had put it in there; never did it cross my mind that Suzanne would have done it. It was kind of funny, but not so much. Just a, "Hey, mom, look at this."

And when the cleaning ladies came today it was obvious when I brought up 'the heads' that they didn't have a clue as to what I was talking about. "Darn!" That's when I had to give it some real thought....thinkin'.....thinkin'.....thinkin'.....

Next stop a day or so later was the glass cabinet and I find.....

Now I'm startin' to think that I'm really losin' it.

I ACCUSE my 82 year old mother (don't let her age fool ya).

Then I ACCUSED the Tank. He looked at me with this blank stare. *Always a sure sign that he either A.) Didn't hear me or B.) Doesn't have a clue.

So, since they both denied messin' with the heads I thought to myself, "Maybe I did it.". Oh, surely not.

That's when it hit me....Suzanne was the only other person that's been in our house since last Friday. So, by the process of elimination, I determined that it was Suzanne, in the kitchen, with the baby heads.

And, yesterday when mom walked into my studio with the rolling pin is when I laughed out loud and KNEW I had to blog about this mystery!

HOW IN THE WORLD DID I MISS THIS???

Frank would say it's because I don't spend enough time in the kitchen.

Have a fabulous day and know that you're loved!!

xoxo,

.....Jan

P.S. I LOVE my icky baby heads and I collect them. Whole bodies, heads, I'm not picky. I'm decorating our workroom (ie. laundry room) in the Icky Baby Head theme. Cool.