The Most Reviled Woman On The Internet?

I'm hopin' it's not me but there may be Knoxwegians muttering dire imprecations even as we speak -- 'cos I found someone to rent the attic to and she's a world-famous resident of that city. (And former habitue of Atlanta's Virginia-Highlands, from which I hope she's not brought any of the Norway and/or Tree Rats with which that neighborhood is afflicted. We have our own red, grey and piney squirrels and they are very much rodent enough, thank you).

Tam first visited in late Fall, after many e-mails and phone conversations. Now, she was one of the first other gun-gals I ever encountered on the 'net, way back when I stumbled into The High Road and other gunboards, but I never ever said typed Word One to her, 'cos, well -- she's Tam, and I was at the time a suburban housefrau who'd managed to get her hubby interested in shooting. But I saw her gunboard postings and AOL pages and thought, "Wow, what a kewl person, how neat if we could be friends."

Fast forward several years; my hubby had bailed unpleasantly,* I bought a motorscooter and then a house, I'd been readin' View From The Porch for a goodly while and one day I made a comment. And then another comment and another and e-mail and chattin' on the phone about Guns 'n' boys 'n' books an' found myself with my own blog, and hey-la! A houseguest. Tam mentions "knowing in five minutes you were going to be best friends," and that's how it worked.

The day I mentioned that property taxes were eatin' me alive an' it was a cryin' pity there weren't any keen gunnie-gals like her in town to rent my spare room to, the conversation went sort of like this:
Tam: ?
Roberta: .
T: ??
R: !?!
T:!
R:!!
T: !!!
And with that, it was settled. --It was one of those conversations. If you've never had one, I despair of explaining.

And so here we are. Wagons, away!
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* A bit impaired in the Fidelity and Honesty departments. Not that I'm like, bitter.