Confessions of a Pioneer Woman

We’ll blame it on hor­mones. Or insan­ity. Or The Nut­cracker.
All seem to fit. We don’t know why she did it. She doesn’t know why she did it. God prob­a­bly doesn’t even know why she did it. But she did.

This story is so amus­ing we refuse to actu­ally tell you what she did, but it has some­thing to do with a pair of sas­soon panties, a church youth meet­ing and a funeral home. Any­body know what sas­soon panties are? Suf­fice to say that a poor unwit­ting soul in the clutches of grief one day found out — in the most unlikely of places. Quick! Read My Rust-Colored Satin Sas­soon Panties before you die of curi­ousity. It is The Ris­ing Blogger’s win­ning Post of the Day and it is hilar­i­ous. Writ­ten by a red-headed cow­girl at Con­fes­sions of a Pio­neer Woman, we found this post vividly told by one funny cow­girl. With or with­out satin undies, how could you resist a blog with an intro like this? My name is Ree. I’m a des­per­ate house­wife. I live in the coun­try. I chan­nel Scar­lett O’Hara, Ethel Mer­man, and Sylvia Plath. Wel­come to my Frontier!

Con­grat­u­la­tions to the lit­tle Pio­neer Lady with a big sense of humor. And one frol­ick­ing pair of sassoons.

Review writ­ten by MIMI LENOX.

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