After a colorful mishap, Girdy finds herself dismissed from her nursing home. Where is she to go? What is she to do? Leeching off her family seems to be the best solution. In order to live with her family, Girdy must obey the house rules. Obeying rules has never been Girdy’s forte.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.“- Oscar Wilde

Just as Girdy is getting her groove back, Cousin Rebekah decides to darken her doorstep. Rebekah has the mind of a child and she requires special attention. What about Girdy’s attention? Lack of attention can turn Girdy into a real peevish pervert. 

                                                                                                                                                                            “Adults are obsolete children.”- Dr. Seuss


 It’s a typical love story. Girl meets boy. Girl loves boy. Girl goes on a two week bender and can’t remember who she is.

                                                                                                                                                                        “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.”                                     – William Shakespeare






 It’s Halloween, and Girdy has been tasked with taking Rebekah trick- or- treating. When they are abducted by the mysterious new neighbor, Girdy soon discovers the true meaning of Halloween.

“The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls…”    – Edgar Allen Poe.

Girdy’s in a rut. Her life of debauchery doesn’t have the magic that it once had.  Desperate for change, Girdy decides to become a “working girl.” After several disastrous attempts at a job, she finally finds her passion as an actress in her community theater.

“Gentleness doesn’t get work done unless you happen to be a hen laying eggs.”        – Coco Chanel


   Have you ever wondered how Carol and Barney met? Probably not.

Join Girdy as she Jaywalks down memory lane to uncover the lifeless love story of Carol and Barney.


“Whatever our souls are made of,  his and mine are the same. ”  – Emily Bronte