It happens every year without fail…except for the first couple of years we lived here which I think was a not so subtle ‘Fuck You’ to the non-Mormons in the neighborhood, so I suppose we have now been accepted in to their society a visit from the Home Teachers is surely soon to follow…so I should more accurately say that every year for the last three years we get this note along with a store bought goody placed on our doorstep with the expectation that will will in turn deliver it to two more homes WITH TREATS!!! people, with treats.

God I hate my neighborhood.

Lucky for me Mormons aren’t allowed to use the Internet, especially the ones in my neighborhood, or in the grand tradition of their Lord and Savior, I’d be getting a burning pile of shit on my door step instead.