Ba-dum, ba-dum-dum-dum!


I’m getting weird “I’ve seen this report somewhere before” vibes from this.

Or maybe those are “yeah I lived in Tucson and I remember how many trailer parks there were” vibes.

We, surprisingly, didn’t live in a trailer park when we lived in Tucson. I say “surprisingly” because we lived in one in Moscow for several years. It was a nice trailer park. We had a nice trailer. That’s where Annabelle showed up and claimed us as her new family.

But I remember my mom and I would always drive through this one big trailer park in Tucson and we would think about the possibility of each of us living in our own trailer right next to each other (because we’re weird).

But then I went back to Moscow so that was that. And then she came back to Moscow. And lived in a trailer, hahahaha.

ANYWAY.

What sayest thou? Speak!