SHANNON’S BEAUTY SENSE – The Branché Silk Charmeuse Pillow Slip
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Many of you know that one of our most tried and true “beauty tips” for younger looking skin here at Southern Beauty is sleeping on a satin pillowcase.  Well, Girls, I think I have now found a pillowcase …

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Dr. Philbilly 150 x 150Last year I had borrowed my mother-in-law’s truck to move some furniture. On my way to town Melissa, my wife, flagged me down and asked if I would drop some eBay stuff off at the post office for her. No problem, happy wife…happy life. Well I get to the post office and decide to drop the mail off at the drive thru box. You know, the big blue one that is cemented into the ground and made of daaaang steel. I pull up, roll down my window and realized I had pulled too far away from the box and I can’t reach it. Craaaaap!

There are cars behind me so I can’t back up and try again. I got it, I decided to pull up just a little and jump out of the truck real quick to drop the mail off. As I get out of the truck, slam it in park and run to the box. I had left the door open, cause I was only going to be a second and that’s when all hell breaks loose. The shifter didn’t quite make it to park, it gets stuck in reverse. Before I ever knew what happened the truck started backing up and the door catches the mail box. Well you can imagine the look on my face when the mailbox doesn’t give even an inch and the door starts to close in the wrong direction. What the heck?

I jump in the truck and pull up. I couldn’t even get the door closed. Daaaang! So I head to the body shop going down Hwy 43, holding the door closed as much as possible but it’s still sticking out into traffic about 2 feet. Every time a car comes past I have to take the ditch to keep from side swiping oncoming traffic. I had already called my buddy that does body work and he is outside waiting for me. He and his crew walk up to the truck and I tell them to watch out. “Watch out for what?” “Just step back!” As I let go of the door it swings open like a rat trap to the front of the car. They all hit the ground laughing. I walk away shaking my head cause I finally realize, now I have to call Melissa.



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