*i plotz.

Halloooooooooooo, friends! Oh my, it's good to see you.



I mean, truly. How long has it been since we've really sat down and had a chat? It has to have been at least Monday.



You don't come by, you don't leave comments. The Woodside grows cold with neglect.



Don't you love me anymore?



What if I give you a little smile?



Eye twinkles? Does that do it for you?



Laughs? Oh ho, my darlings, I find you disarming and hilarious.



Oh, wait! SECRET WEAPON: elbow chub. The Woodside has that in spades.



Ah, that's better. Now you are back, under my spell once again. You had me worried there for a moment.



This world ain't gonna take over itself, you know.