In a tipsy, late night computer session, I did something a little bizarre… But, something that I’ve always wanted to do… I sent in an application to a local paranormal investigation team.
But… What if they call?!?!? Holy shit. I’d be so excited, but how funny would that be?!?! I would be shocked as hell if I got a response. And I haven’t even told the Mister… He’s going to laugh his ass off. And I can see my father-in-law’s face now. “You joined WHAT?” He’s of the old Southern school of anything new-fangled or new-age is sort of ridiculous. If Mema didn’t have dementia, I’m sure it would give her a heart attack. Anything paranormal or occultish freaks her the fuck out. Or used to… Poor thing. Harry Potter used to freak her out. Seriously. Good thing I’ve rarely shared my views on the paranormal or any “occult” issues with her. She would have had me on her church’s prayer list so fast, my head would spin.
We’ll see what happens. Shannie, The New Ghost Buster. Maybe I could get my own show. The drunken ghost detective… It could work. A bit of tipsy humor mixed in with paranormal research… Maybe Haunted Happy Hour… Or, Spirits with Shannie… Yes?
I’ll keep you posted.
P.S. I’ve got the Disney post all written out, I just have to go through the few little pictures, only a thousand, I have and pick some out. It may take me another day or two. Especially after my Fat Tuesday GNO. Joie de vivre, my friends! CHEERS!