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Southern Belle, Raisin' Hell

I grew up in a small southern town of 3,000 people and one stoplight. Mischief followed me everywhere. Like the time I (mistakenly) shook dog poop off my shoe onto a Barbie bride. Or when I (not-so-mistakenly) set fire to our front lawn.

 

After college, I moved to Lake Tahoe and worked at Heavenly Valley Ski Resort, where I got the nickname “Heavenly Debbie.” And since I was anything but angelic, the name stuck.

But my devilish side found it’s true calling when I decided to start my own greeting card line, combining my greatest loves: family, cards, belly laughs and dirty jokes.

 

I’ve always loved greeting cards. What better way to express sentiments than with something you can feel, hold, save? And in today’s world of insta-face-snap-texts, it’s nice to have something meaningful that doesn’t vanish when you turn off your phone. 

 

The photos on my cards? They’re my family and friends who probably wish their picture hadn't been taken, but oh well, too late now. My Nannie, who loved fishing, pickling & drying laundry on a clothesline is one of the main attractions. Some names were changed to protect the innocent. 

 

Hope my cards will tickle your funny bone and make you smile. Go ahead and tease a friend, thank a hostess, make someone feel better (or worse) about growing a year older and remember: fart jokes are always funny.