Saving Ceecee Honeycutt  1-11

When I turned down my  street and saw Momma a rush of heat scaled my cheeks. My brunette mother had bleached her hair white and was standing in the front garden wearing a slam on the brakes horror of yellow prom dress. It was so tight the seams were puckered up in some place and split open in others and beneath the full gathered skirt were layers and of stiff white petticoats. She didn't look a thing like a fruitcake- no she did not. My mother looked like a big lemon meringue pie. And if that weren't bad enough sparks of light burst into the air from the rhinestone tiara that sat cockeyed on her head as she blew kisses to everyone who drove by. I love you she called waving to a carload of teenage boys. The driver screeched to a stop and backed up. Hey baby he called to Momma. That's some outfit What's going on. Please vote for me she sang out across the lawn. I will make you all proud of this great  state of Georgia. All of the boys laughed and of them said, Georgia what is the matter you lost or sometrhing This is Willoughby Ohio. She blew him a kiss Now don't forget to vote for me.