Oh. My. God.
Our landlord’s wife called today to tell us that they’re going to Dragon Con tonight “to have a look around.” And they wanted to meet up with us there.
These are astonishingly vanilla people. Seriously. Extremely.
sambear told her that they shouldn’t take her son, and to have something available to catch the drooling her husband will do.
I think they heard of D*C because of us, maybe. And they think we’re relatively normal, so I guess they decided that if we like it, they will too!
What have we done?
