YAY!!! WE'RE GOING TO BE NEIGHBORS!!!

NO MORE TYPING!!!

SOARee, to type so loud, but I have a meeting this morning with Moo, I mean "Mo", Board of supervisors of Carson City, eNVy.

Ward 2.

I dunno nuthin' 'bout local politics. I was the mayor's housekeeper for 12 years. I'm blond. Why do blondes wear shoulder pads? I dunno. [insert GIF here]. A scottish friend told me that one. I miss her.

I gots muchos preguntas para Larry, Curly and Easy MOney.

But I don't wanna go. I wanna stay right here in Slaughterhouse Slums and collect potatoe recipes and all give my neighbors bird seed cuz we share.

Nothing unites the neighborhood like (a block party) (a pandemic - hey, it's our first ever) (a proposed slaughterhouse 'cross the loneliest highway that's gonna (possibly) send our home value down the Toto bidet. )

But it's all good. We are neighbors. Young, old, ¿rich? - Richard Moran lived here 20 years ago, I been here a long, long time or a few (days) (weeks) (months) (years). Been here forever - I remembers the great flood of 1999. 98? 97 bottles of beer on the wall.

cabeza ablastado. cervesa cabeza. Mi miestra de Español esta en casa.

No me gusta visitar Moo.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

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