This woman absolutely terrifies me.
I think she might be the devil.
A neighbor of mine back home, a real old Southern woman named Shirley, always asks me to get P.Deen’s autograph for her. But I’m scared. I think she would smile, rip my face off, fry it in butter until golden brown, then sprinkle powdered sugar on it and serve it to an unassuming audience member.
What Sarah Said 
She’d put butter on an aspirin, so your face is no different.