Bad, bad, bad kerfuffles. Mr. W flew in from Mexico. And....my Sister shows up

I figure the ghost cabin/room is lacking feng shei(misspelled, I’m sure)
It’s a square room, well almost 21x20. It has an old fireplace that doesn’t draw well in one corner and every wall has windows or doors. You can’t really decorate it properly. Mr.Wrekkers dead animal taxidermy is all over the walls. There’s shelves with junk I’ve found laying around the land. And a sofa/bed thing.

It’s the one room I can’t get right or come up with a proper use for.
So it sits. Collecting dust on all them deer antlers.
The old antique log walls make a dust of their own. Which is nasty.
I smudge it a couple times a year, just in case ghosts are real.

I’m careful like that.

Yep, I wouldn’t be able to sleep in that room either.

I agree. Bad karma

Enough of the karma, I gather nothing bad, bad, bad happened last night? Well then, what about tonight?

Any Bigfoot sightings today?

I have to say that “Pregnant Texas Daughter” would make a helluva country song.

Next on that album, “My sister’s a bitch and I love her”

My personal country song title:
“She’s bad bad bad”

I need the first line @spoons or @Gatopescado

Well, there’s a part of Arkansas,
Where you better not stick out your neck,
Cause if you go down there, you better just beware
Of a poster named Beckdawrek.

And she’s bad, bad Beckdawrek,
The baddest girl who’s armed with tech,
Badder than old King Kong,
And meaner than a junkyard dog.

How’s that, Beck?

Well now Becks, she might seem fragile
But she stands six foot or more
All the wild hogs call her the spectral sniper
But the cats just call her serf.

And she’s Bad, Bad, Beckdawreck
Baddest Mom in the South, by heck!
She’s a hater of dull small-talk,
And lover of them corn dogs

Now our Becks, she’s an artist
And she does things her own way,
It might not make sense to them Arkansasans,
But we love her anyway

She’s got big dogs in the kennels
And small dogs in the house
She’s got two cats, Lord, that will send you runnin’
If you threaten her anyhow.

And she’s Bad, Bad, Beckdawreck
Best pie-baker in the South, by heck!
She won’t set by while half-wits squawk,
But she sure loves them corn dogs

My apologies Beck, on rereading my post it doesn’t come off as lighthearted as I meant it. I should use smileys more.

Next on that album, “My sister’s a bitch, and I love her” :slight_smile:

My maiden name is the word “ghost” in German (think polter****). When people tell me they don’t believe in ghosts, I tell them they’re talking to one!

Y’all kill me.
I love this place.

@Old_Wench , that is so cool.
My surname means: airhead town. Literally :face_with_raised_eyebrow: