Happy Halloween!

May you all have a safe and "spooktacular" Halloween!

Love, Margie and Edna

Merry Christmas!

Love, Margie and Edna

Celebrate Our 100th Post

Margie: Edna is still on vacation so she's missing our 100th post. Yes, it's hard to believe that we have made 100 blog posts. That's the same number as years our Granny lived. Lordy knows I couldn't stand 100 years of Edna. She's the reason the word crabby was invented.

Being the kind person I am, though, I will extend Edna's thanks along with mine to all of you for making 100 posts possible. We're just delighted that you all have seen fit to visit my Basement and leave us comments from time to time.

Please do continue to drop by and visit us. We really do love all our visitors even though we especially like gentlemen callers. I apologize for Edna's bad behavior here at times but she was just born ornery.

Edna In Parrot Jungle

How do you like this picture of me at Parrot Jungle? These birds are so tame, they come and perch right on you. What you don’t see in the picture is that they aren’t potty-trained. I really do think that if an establishment is going to let birds sit on its customers, they should do something about the bird’s bowel control. I told the manager that, too, right before we got escorted out of the park. Oh well. Aunt Biddy is taking me to a dance hall tonight and she says that I’ll be the belle of the ball, since I’ll be the youngest lady there. I told her that after living with you all these years, I’m used to being the youngest and prettiest one in the room.


Love, Edna


Margie: Here's sure proof that Edna is a lying liar. That picture is so not Edna. I'll swan, looks like she'd quit trying to fool people.

Edna, you are no belle of any ball. You look like going to a dance hall! I wish you had as much dignity as I do. Poor Mama would be shocked at what a hussy you are.

You're a hypocrite too, Edna. You claim this is a family blog yet you talk about bowel movements. Yours locked up years ago. That's why you're so sour looking all the time.

You watch your step, Edna. Knowing Biddy I suspect that dance hall may actually be a house of ill repute!

From Edna: To Cousin T

Dear Margie,

I saw this postcard and it reminded me so much of Cousin T and how he’s obsessed about his trains. I hope you two are getting along okay without me there to keep the social niceties going. Cousin T, you’d better be staying out of my chifferobe, I don’t want to come back to find out that you’ve been using my garter belts as tool belts. Margie, are you keeping that house clean while I’m gone?


I’ve got to go, Aunt Biddy wants me to come help her do her makeup, we’re going to the Early Bird buffet down on the beach. The sunsets over the water are beautiful, or so I’m told. I haven’t seen any yet since Aunt Biddy locks down the house at 7PM.

Smooches,

Edna



Margie: Lawsy me. Edna tries to boss Cousin T and me even when she's not around. Look at her acting like I'm a maid. She's the one who never offers to clean anything.

My lands! I've never heard of Aunt Biddy wearing makeup. Heaven knows it won't help her ugly face. That's especially so if Edna is going to help her. Edna thinks makeup was meant to be caked on.

Cousin T, come here. Edna has sent you a nice picture of a train. I guess her nasty smooches are for you too. Arg!

To Our Friend

Love, Margie and Edna