Mallory Langston

The heater went out in my car in my early twenties, and I drove with an electric blanket plugged into an adapter into the cigarette lighter for a full winter. 😁

So when I see these goons running around our beautiful cities with the equivalent of a toddler's tube top wrapped around their entire head for HOURS ON END, I know they are fucking miserable. Licking boots and sucking synthetic fibers all day long. Bitchass losers. It's the little things in life.

One way I'm taking joy where I find it in these unprecedented times:

I remember well how we were scrambling to find masks in 2020. Cloth masks were so fucking uncomfortable. When we finally got access to the good shit, it was a figurative and literal breath of fresh air. ...

Thank you! We just had their annual checkups, and everybody is in great health. 😊

Thank you 😊

I'm just not one for posting online anymore, but we're all holding up well over here. Socks is unbearably handsome, but we're managing. 😊

This reply is a young gen X/ geriatric millennial banger, and for that, I salute you.

You in the mood for fajitas, strawberry toaster strudel, waffles topped with Callebaut milk chocolate chips, a sharp cheddar stick with dill pickle spear wrapped in a piece of deli meat, or Neapolitan ice cream?

Drop an old person that you’re going to turn into in the future.

Important? dunno. Adorable? Yes. Tiger and Socks have been snuggling.

He does the cutest thing when I hold him up to give him kisses. He stiff-arms my mouth with both front paws like "ABSOLUTELY NO LITTLE FOREHEAD KISSES!" 😊

Socks is thriving. ❤️

GET UP HERE NOW.

Or...orrrrrrr... come be my Bentonville neighbor 🥹. I'm always home, so you just bring me that beebee any time.

I bet it would freeze wonderfully. Treat both yourself and future Jen.

I don't know, but I think I just might be the luckiest human on Earth.

I release you from the bounds of "serving sizes." Fly free, my beautiful butterfly.

They are both absolutely smitten with him. Here he is napping with Elfo.

Little stripey Socks kitty snoozing sweetly.

This photo of Socks is only for those who stand with trans kids and the families who love them. You will always be safe with my family and me. ❤️🏳️‍⚧️

Socks is still very, very, exceptionally cute. Just in case you need him.

I can do better, Liz. I won't, but I can. Promise. 🥳

Socks went to the vet this morning, but he's too wittle for anything other than the tiniest dose of dewormer (just in case). 😊 Vet said he's not confident in determining sex right now, but I'm fairly certain there's a tiny little coin purse there. Enjoy this cuteness:

We had severe weather Sunday and Monday, so I'm guessing Mama dropped him in the back of the truck for safety. 🥺

I'm fairly certain it's a boy, but we'll confirm with the vet tomorrow morning.

Louise is still very good at this orphan kitten stuff.

Of all the things I thought I wanted to achieve in life, this is actually so much better. 😁

Wooooook at dis

Tiny little stripey kitten held in one hand

Ohhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiit 😁

The guys working on our pool concrete found this in their truck, and I could not get outside fast enough to volunteer as CDS tribute.

This feels like a safe space to admit that I also hate those greasy little salt circles. Thank you for your courage.

Elfo, all grown up, but still just a smol little loaf of a black cat.

Not as tiny, but still itty. My littlest boy. 😊

Happy International Elfo Day to all who observe. May your Churu flow in abundance. Elfo be with you.