Hi Yall, I am not Lisa, but her friend Vickie. I went with her to buy all these gingers. I saw a look in her eye that had me worried. I haven't heard from her since the trip. I went over to her house and found her face down on her garden path. Over come by sheer love of gingers. IT was too much for my friend. She was passed out, spit dribbling out her mouth passed out. Anyway, here is the loot, the booty, the haul-off..however you want to call it. I call it the ugly truth. Her family has not had a hot meal since because she is out sleeping in the garden. Never mind the pack-a-potty you see in the picture, she keeps it there so she doesn't have to go inside to potty. Somehow, it is better that way. I've seen her house.
