Hi friends, my sister Ashley — your friendly neighborhood realtor & bartender at Murphy’s Irish Pub (the one who always has a bad joke/smartass comment and a full pint ready) needs a little help.

This Halloween, the only thing scarier than the decorations was her falling off a 12 ft. ladder while putting them up. She spectacularly fu*cked up and managed to dislocate, break, and fashionably compound-fracture her right ankle (think along the likes of Cam Skattebo) — proving once and for all that she should stick to pouring spirits, not climbing ladders. In her defense, she "just wanted to make the decorations look really realistic!"

She’ll be out of work for the next 3–6 months recovering, unable to walk or drive, which means she is missing out on her favorite time of year — the holidays. If you know Ashley, then you know she LIVES for going all out this time of year.

If you’d like to help keep her afloat (and her bills paid) while she heals up, she’d be beyond grateful. She says "Thank you for all the love, laughs, and bar-stool therapy over the years — I can’t wait to get back standing on both feet again."

-Cheers!