Yeah, maybe if I won the Lotto but let's not hold out for that. Sister Weed has sold her house. Send up the balloons, strike up the band, and pinch me because she and her darling husband and cat will be heading for Arizona. This is the closest she's lived to us in more than thirty years.
I'm already planning little jaunts that way. I hope they get there before I do.
Welcome to one of the seven western states, sistah!