For Jayme.

It's called shock and awe girls. I was nonchalantly coming in from getting my mail
when I felt I was being watched.
I was. 

*cue evil music*

Imagine my horror as I peered over the bushes into the neighbor's garage to see this:

I know.  Frightening.  That hair.  Those ruby red lips.  The 'come hither' slant of her eyes....

I dared come closer to inspect the beast....and noticed the tag.  Ah yes, my neighbor sells at flea markets.  Mannequin Mandy works for him.  You'd think I would be totally thrilled to have such a neighbor, except 85% of his inventory is generally old lamp shades.  See them in the pic above? If only the dude had some industrial metal or chippy old lanterns instead of creepy plastic women in need of an updo.

Here's some video I shot for Jayme....she just loves artificial life forms.

Y'all just never know what lurks behind the neighbor's bushes...