Checking in from the borderland of El Paso, Texas, where our Great American National Emergency rages on. Things here are trying —just this afternoon I met a child peddling sweets on a street corner. In a hushed voice she told me things have become so dire, her supply of Thin Mints had been depleted. Haggard and desperate, we will persist, relying only on the Tagalongs we were able to procure. Send prayers.
My mom doesn’t have an insta (thank you jesus and also happy early birthday) so I can post her Christmas present now without ruining the surprise. My mom lives in an in-law-type apartment above us and has been hinting (pretty much begging) for a pet because it gets lonely up there when life gets busy down here. Anyway, meet this one-eyed sweet little immigrant from across the border in Juárez, where she was found in the streets with her puppies and her lover, a feisty Chihuahua named Franco (he’s a stunner and still looking for a home!) The whole fam ended up at the Animal Rescue League here in El Paso (@arlelpaso), and the last of her puppies was adopted hours before we met and fell in love this afternoon. She’s a sweetie and deserves all the cuddles and spoiling my mom is going to give her. In the meantime, we’re all trying to hide a dog from Grandma like some Disney Channel (hit me up) tween spy show. #adoptdontshop#rescuedog
Two years ago I married a man who invited me into his car at the “end” of our first date to listen to R. Kelly’s “Marry the Pussy.” When you know, you know.
Happy Anniversary, Love. As R. Kelly (a sexual abuser and predator we in no way continue to support by still listening to) said, “Baby, we put on a tux, break out a ring. Because this pussy is the realest pussy (to me)” Here’s some pics of us eating one another to celebrate. ♥️