Farewell

It has come time to bid you all farewell. For, you see, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is now in my possession. Many things will be left neglected until I know, for myself, just exactly, how the boy wizard, Harry, destroys He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named once and for all.

I've tied up all loose ends. There is milk in the fridge and cereal in the pantry. Chicken in the freezer downstairs. Even some leftover Mac and Cheese if the boys become desperate.

I've spent too long on this blog already. Harry is waiting.