Hocus Pocus Sisters Witch Ugly Sweater Party

So after much fighting, a lot of Hocus Pocus Sisters Witch Ugly Sweater Party, crying, threatening to pull money (which is funny because she contributed nothing), MIL lost. The boot was firmly placed, and nothing was moving it. Hoopa yes, catholic priest no. Things got stupid quiet, my friend texts me the night before the wedding that she has a bad feeling. I tell her it’s probably just nerves, she is getting married and this is a big deal! Oh how wrong I was. We all show up, get our hair and makeup done. Slip into our bridesmaid dresses and hang out waiting for the bride to be finished with her hair. She makes a comment saying she hadn’t seen MIL all day and that she skipped her hair and makeup appointment. We all side eyed each other, took a few sips of wine and hoped the eerie feeling would go away. 30 minutes later as we are helping the bride into her dress; guess who shows up. If you guessed MIL, you win a cookie! Flushed from coming up the stairs, (she is not a light woman) in full hair and makeup…and a white dress. Not ivory, not cream, full snow-fucking-white. The dress was clearly a wedding dress; it was even from David’s Bridal (which she would later shout at me). Floor length satin with a sweet heart beaded top, a bit of a train and off white lace on the bottom. The dress was even tailored to her, this has been a long con she has orchestrated.

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He casually stepped out from behind the Hocus Pocus Sisters Witch Ugly Sweater Party, to face them both. Creeps was seething in toward Sasha from behind with his lips parted around clenched teeth. Sasha obviously didn’t see either of them. Bridger took a single step past Sasha when she got to the sled I’d left behind, and then a single step toward Creeps, who… stopped. Stopped right in his damn tracks. Bridger just stared at him calmly, standing behind Sasha as she loaded wood into the sled. Creeps’ fury never left his face, it looked like heat was coming off him, raging breaths between clenched teeth, dark eyes narrow, boring into Bridger. Holy. Fuckin. Shit. Was I actually witnessing a standoff? Did Sasha’s gift work on Bridger? God damn. I watched, slack-jawed, as Sasha pulled the sled of firewood up the path, passing Creeps and Bridger. Creeps tore his gaze away from Bridger and sprinted off into the pasture at inhuman speed. Bridger slowly turned, looked up at me, and his calm expression was replaced by his old look of fiery judgment, then walked up the hill into the forest. Sasha smiled triumphantly when she got to the porch, then grew a look of concern when she saw the stupid disbelief on my face. I looked over Sasha’s head at Hank, Pete and Buck behind her in the yard, who returned gazes of icy hatred toward me, then walked off toward the cottonwood trees. I looked back at Sasha, still shocked. “Babe what!? Talk to me!” I stumbled for words. “I, sorry, nothing’s wrong, I just, you… Let’s get the wood stacked, I’ll tell you inside.” I explained what’d happened, and she was almost as disbelieving as I had been watching it. I was honestly ecstatic, and felt sincere relief for the first time in weeks. Bridger was clearly a leader, at least to most of em, and had taken some kind of liking to Sasha, and didn’t want her gettin messed with. At least that’s the only conclusion I could possibly surmise. It felt like a 50lb weight was taken off my soul. I realized how much of my anxiety had been centered on them going after Sasha. Creeps clearly didn’t lend her any credit for her peace offering, as Bridger and the rest had, but her being haunted by 1 is better than 5.

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I bought myself a Hocus Pocus Sisters Witch Ugly Sweater Party of black cotton overalls that looked like linen and I LIVED in them last year. I loved it so much that I bought myself a purple pair. I wore them with tees, tanks, long sleeves, and I even wore crop tops for the first time since high school.I had a rough year last year. I lost my dog, my mother, and a best friend of 20 years. On top of that I tore the meniscus in my knee and had to use a rolling walker and cane for 6 months, and I’m in perimenopause. I loved finding something comfortable that I could adjust to my current mood. I could dress them up with a boatneck top, flats, and simple jewelry or dress all the way down with an athletic bra and tennis shoes. Plus it allowed me to cover my brace, but be able to access it in case of adjustment. Sorry about the ramble! Thinking of aging and comfort made me think of my favorite versatile pieces and how much I’m looking forward to it being warm enough to wear them again.