Cool beans! But don't tell them where I live because I stole a chicken foot from her about five years ago and went to the casino with it. And it worked that night, too because I almost broke even and although I lost my shirt, I got to keep my jacket. Since then, she's been looking out for me with that one good eye. I knew it was her right eye, so I pay a kid to tap her on the left shoulder every time we're in the same room with each other. She said that the chicken foot retails for $4.98 but I know that's a lie because I sold it on eBay for $2.25 when I left the casino. I probably should have given it back to her but I needed the $2.25 for bus fare to get there and once I sold it, there was nothing for me to give back. I offered to give her a duck foot after I ran over a Mallard a week or so later and she started swearing in Gypsyese or something. She already had it in for me, though because I cracked a joke on her at a picnic once and she didn't have a comeback. She uttered a curse that my first-born son would be lame and her grandson started walking with a limp soon after. I told her it was a coincidence and that I was sure her son was the kid's dad but he popped up on Lauren Lake's Paternity Court and pretty much proved that he wasn't. So thanks for the help, Partner! But please Please PLEASE don't let her know my whereabouts or she's gonna curse me with child support.