Brand new 2009 fiction fun story, lets all chip in.

Miss S is helping to decorate the new digs, but does not have a great sense of style. She decides the outer office needs to have pink wing chairs for the people who are waiting.

She comes in and asks how many chairs we should order. Her hair is highlighted with some red and blonde and she giggles like a schoolgirl. Spar just groans and says, "It's way too early for all your giggling. Are you sure we should have pink chairs? Not everyone in the world has had breast cancer, you know."

"No, but I have and I want pink!" Miss S says stubbornly.

Spar throws her a look, but doesn't respond.

"Well, I suppose we should" Sharon said with a deep sign. "Why don't we order a decorator".  She knew the cases were piling up and she also knew the others usually had their heads in the clouds rather than simply get right down to business.  Sharon obviously was the brains of the company. (LMAO)

Sharon cringed about the all pink decor.  This was so typical.  But being the more mature one of the group she relented and decided what's the harm in letting them decorate however they wishe.  She would get down to work and when they were finished with all the frivolities she'd bring them up to speed.  Cause as we all know............she is the brains of the company.

As Miss S was laughing so hard a Coonies' chocoate face, Snowy showed up and found a can of electric blue paint with pind sparkles and sprayed Miss S's helmet.  Then she said to Spar, "lets get pictures of the inside of the  house the yard, and lets take a wald around to see if any neigbours heard anything recently.  So we asked Coonie and MissS to start the questioning they were happy to do it as there was a really hunky neighbour.  As they left Snowy and Spar dug through some more garbage and found another letter.  It gave us a starting point, so we yelled for Coonie and Miss S to get into the Case Closed van, we all ran into the van and went back to the office. Miraculously the office had been redecorated in soft butter yellow and a beautiful grey with blue undertones.  And to Miss S's surprised her pinkchair was still there with the ribbons gracefully draped around it.  Then Spar said,  lets get into the meeting room and look at our information. Snowy was already processing the pictures of the house and the yard and of cours the hotty next door.  Spar looked at Snowy and said the last letter found just gave us the best information, then said to the all of the ladies... We have a problem Huston....we have to go to New Orleans before 24 hours is up or we will lose the trail.  So we all hopped on the van and shared our information as we drove like the wind towards New Orlean,s.  On our back board nailed to the side of the van we began to tack up the information we had, this poor mother, her husband is wacko..........

moods until a little girl was spotted walking down the sidewalk on Bourbon Street. It looked just like little Marley, but she was on roller blades and going so fast, weaving in and out of the crowd and none of us were able to get close enough to her. Snowy couldn't quit looking at the pictures of the hunky neighbor, and MissS thought she spotted another pink helmet in a gift shop on Bourbon Street. In the meantime, Sharon, Coonie and Spar heard a jazz band playing down on the street corner and was distracted, so needlesss to say, the little girl got away. This whole time, Leaf was driving the van around the blocks because there wasn't a place to park. Finally, Snowy and MissS found the others on the street corner, listening to music. It seems that Sharon LOVES jazz, so she....

....runs toward the first thing that looks like a party. MissS goes along with her, because she fits in pretty well with her highlighted red and blond hair. And who knows....the helmet may come in handy. Coonie has wandered through the city to see leftovers from Hurricane Katrina. Then everyone appeared all at once with a GREAT idea. The Breast Center is located right here in NOLA (New Orleans Louisiana) with some of the breast reconstruction surgeons in the world. Why don't we ALL get new boops, put little Marley on hold for awhile, because afterall, it does look like she's got a large family of brothers and sisters. She'll probably be just fine. But....this may be our only chance to FINALLY get something done for OURSELVES. We are professional women, and we need to lOOK like professional women, with professional women parts. Well, Leaf, Spar, Snowy, MissS, Sharon and Coonie had a decision to make.....and soon

While the girls frolicked about town, trouble was brewing elsewhere in the country.  Would they have time for the boob jobs before they had to fly out of New Orleans.  This job was to find out who was rustling cattle in Montana.  Before they did anything they had to sit down and discuss their next plan.  Leaf finally found a parking spot and joined the group at the bar where MissS was watching the pole dancers with increasing interest.

Miss S had enough of the dancers and decided her lopsidedness might make her fall off the pole. However, the thought of surgery was not appealing, so she is ready to get back to work closing cases.

Before that, though, she wanted to help Sharon shop for jewlery. How about this necklace?

Oh hell, this doesn't go with the story line but I've kind of got a trigger finger and if I didn't just click on my own post to report it........by accident.  Good grief.  I may have banned myself.

Phew, a close call on my part.  So do we all know how to ride horses??   And are we sure they are just stealing cattle?  Never assume anything. 

Sharon had to leave to attend to a family emergency and just prayed her cohorts (sp?) would be safe upon her return.

(Nope, apparently you CAN'T report your own post!!  What a silly goose.) 

Yes, Sharon is away, obviously she needs a rest........  Too bad because she knows how to ride.  Just not so good with computer skills.  Hopefully her stress leave won't be too long.

Harley doesn't know how to ride a horse, either, so she decided to stay back at the office and answer the phones, and run the office, since she is good at that sort of thing.  She is really just glad that Spar asked her to be a part of this new venture!

We took flight when we bumped into one of the Sweet Potato Wannabes while searching for the Norma 2 theatre (found out that it had burned down in 1995). Tammy told us that she was at a cowboy bar when she overheard several of the boys talking about a cowpoke who specialized in branding augmentation.  She also told us that one of those cowboys got her liquored up and stole her tiara!  When we gazed at her tiara-less head, we noticed with much envy that she had the biggest, baddist, reddest wig we'd ever seen, a sequined minidress with built-in enhancements, and a wicked pair of Go-Go boots!  Our facination was conspicuious. She grinned and told us to follow her; she could get us all rigged up just like her (we did wonder if the attire would interfer with our ability to ride a horse).