Have You Met My Upstairs Neighbor?

She's really delightful. I was finally able to sneak a photo of her this morning as she was coming out of her apartment. It's pretty accurate for a snap on the sly, except most of the time she appears to be less groomed than this, more pigeon toed with bigger feet, and slightly less attractive. She must be going somewhere "nice." Like the restaurant on the corner, where she'll dine on wildebeest tartar and leave a crappy tip. Which will include pennies and nickels (I used to work there, so I know). She also spawned a Mini-Her, who plays the piano with her ass. We're having a nice morning here over at Two Can Anne. I so wish you could join us.