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So it turns out both S and I have seriously been thinking about moving. I mean together as a family, not separately. We probably won't because it's a huge hassle and we'd have the nearly insurmountable problem of where would we go and how would we eat because jobs, but we're sorely tempted. I'm even looking at Florida. FLORIDA! What is wrong with me? (lack of sun, obvs)

We're smack in the middle of The Month of Cake. Baby S is 4, P is 14 today, S turns 44 on Saturday, then P2 is 7 on the 11th.


We're all doing really well. It's been a shit year, but all things considered we're doing just fine.