I never thought that Mr. Cat Wrangler and I would ever need to be worried about our marriage.  There was never any question that he was the right person for me;  he’s understanding of my anti-social, highest-of-high anxiety weirdness.

He’s kind and generous and just the right amount of “off”…but something this week may have put a crack in the foundation.

I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know how to explain this to him, I can’t break us, but my heart wants what it wants.

Meet the new love of my life.

His eyes will eat your soul search the depths of your soul. When you are near him, you will wish for death feel nothing but the deepest happiness.

He is Balam, himself….so graceful and athletic.

Wonderful with terrorizing sacrificing torturing kidnapping slaughtering taking care of children.

Sweet dreams everyone. Sweet.  Fucking.  Dreams.