So, as soon as I win the lottery, my plan is to buy a vintage Palace trailer home and install it here at Chez Peenee. It would be an homage to my white trash roots. I could have it rolled into the side of the garage we don’t use, which would make it terribly convenient, but not much of a view, as fond as I am of the interior of our garage. Besides R Man’s father still owns the Electra convertible he bought in 1965, which I lust after and someday that beauty will need to live in our garage and then whence the Palace trailer?

I think a better idea (and this is where the lottery winnings come in) is to have one of them big-ass cranes come in and hoist it up over our house onto the side of the canyon behind us. Fabulous views and instant trailer park. I would then be able to decorate it to resemble my East Texas granny’s shack and I would go up there and brood, even though I'm not particularly good at brooding, but I think it's a skill I could probably develop. Especially if I spent all my lottery winnings getting some stupid trailer up in the backyard.

I would also invite the Nuzzo twins over. But they couldn’t stay, cause, you know, not enough room, and besides, those mix-n-match dew rags tell me those boys are trouble, just plain trouble.