I'm on a stupidly melodramatic 19th century French artists kick this weekend...
Off to some costume party/speakeasy thing in Midtown. Hopefully it doesn't get crashed by some weirdo who makes us hear about his fucked-up love life.
In case you're wondering how public opinion is trending, this is suburban Colorado Springs this morning.
For an extra challenge, no devils and no Phantom of the Opera characters.
Today we said goodbye to our void Kali. For twenty years she commandeered sunny spots, attacked paper, was exceedingly patient with the "oversized kittens" Steve and I brought into her world, and tried to insist that no, she had NOT been given treats yet. Goodbye, baby. Say hi to Sita for us.
On the plus side the Divalings got me the Underworld's best doggo. Press [T] to pet.
This is Jack. Jack is here to give you all the cuddles and head bumps and slow blinks you need today.
Jack is angry that Maxx the Cruise Planners dog gets to travel with me and he doesn't. He's been ritually killing Maxx ever since.