Before landing on this page, you and I were only separated by a mere three degrees. Now we can be one on the web. That's not the definition of technological singularity but it should be.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will be some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
Your Pal Mal
This was *craftily taken after Ben and I had both been walking around barefoot in our apartment for several hours (and after I’d already been outside in sandals all over downtown earlier in the day and he hadn’t even left the house.) I made a pretty unsuccessful short video of Ben furiously washing off his feet cursing mine for being “impenetrable” and for “not producing as many sticky substances” (what the?) I think this is just desserts for him having the larger bedroom but we’re going to have someone come in and give our hardwoods a major talking-to tomorrow regardless (which, yes, will involve soap in its mouth.)
**Ben gets embarrassed about being “the guy” & having the bigger bedroom so memo that it was my choice as I happily have floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall built ins and the pretty chandelier.
