Mad. As in crazy.

Has anyone bent their elbow to raise a glass of this?A friend of mine [thanks, Angi] gifted this kitschy bottle of merlot to me last month. Good marketing says kitschy gals are crazy? Mad, even? Okay. I can respect that. Hell, now that I think about it, I'll even drink to it. Pass me an atomic tumbler, somebody!

But mad housewives are one thing. Flesh-eating zombie-freak crazy-mad matriarchs are another. It makes you wonder just how many housewives there are out there, making "casseroles" after dark, doesn't it? Me, too. My friend Dally is a talented artist with an eye for gore galore. I loved the idea of a play on kitschen feast as a feast of flesh, and I dig his work [have you seen his pee-wee vampire? no, I'm not being coy, it's art people], so I asked him if he'd indulge my dark side and create a mad housewife piece for kicks. He dug the idea, too and took artistic license to bring me this wearable art:Pretty freaking cool. But, what would Donna Reed say? Who cares.

Now go get me that tumber of wine. I need something to chase down the mystery meat...