Another year with candy but no comers. Don’t know if it’s how our place is lit or maybe that we’re unknown, single folks. You know, you wouldn’t want us poisoning and razorblading and diddling and whatnot.

I think we will very likely move once M. figures out the swing of his new commute. Some place that the natives might call “mid-peninsula,” I think that might also be nearer some fault lines. Woohoo I feel the earth move.

Here’s hoping next year brings some fun little kiddies and cute outfits and shite.

Meanwhile, more candy for us. No problem really.