And on the seventh day, God went to HOOTERS.

YAY! The tree on The Island of Misfit Toys finally has an angel!
My younger, taller, thinner, prettier, funnier sister Dell just sent me this, along with her description:

HOOTER ANGEL...Garth used to put this hawttie on the top of the tree before I met him. Now she is neatly tucked away in the bottom of the Christmas box. Wouldn't this be a killer visual for Phillies after he eats from the Holy brownie tray?




















PHILLIES BLUNT, whom Dell(at age 7) created from a sock and a rabbit fur pelt. No, I don't know why we had a rabbit fur pelt. God must have knows Phillies needed hair.