Tuesday on Tittyweb Jenkins

WAKEY WAKEY.

 

Sorry that my promised, and highly anticipated poat is more of an afternoon delight, but I had shit to do.

 

Mostly, I had to purchase QOTSA Cats fucking in a closet tickets.    And I got AWESOME seats.   Aren’t you all excited?

 

Whatever bitches.

 

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This Post Has No Content/Puppah poat

 

A picture, such as this, will have to wait.   Elsie must be HELD constantly at this point, and Moose pretty much wants to sniff her all over and over and over. Drooling while he does it.

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Not just yet

 

Here she is.   Snuggled up to my leg when I put her on the ground.

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She is TINY.    Sweet as can be. Snuggles right in really deep.

 

 

Birthday Wish – Don’t be a dick

Happy Birthday Aprilwine.

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So, yeah.  Not so great of a week.  I’d like to thank Wiserbud for yesterdays poat, and to encourage all the returning commenters to put H2 back on your daily reading list and comment a little more often.  Except for Doc.  Fuck that guy.

Nestled between Erica Campbell’s boobs and your mom jokes, Sean M. had a comment that struck me as worthy of highlighting and quoting, I hope he doesn’t mind:

Tush,

There is a line in a book that has helped to save my life which gives me comfort in times like these, where I can’t see the sense of a thing. It says, “…out of every season of grief or suffering, when the hand of God seemed heavy or even unjust, new lessons for living were learned, new resources of courage were uncovered, and that finally, inescapably, the conviction came that God does ‘move in a mysterious way His wonders to perform.’”

What that tells me is that everything happens for a reason, and though we may not be able to see that reason right now, maybe we’re supposed to learn something eventually. Or maybe we’re not supposed to have someone or something in our lives anymore because something needs to happen.

I know that this has given me the firm determination to be kinder to the people in my life and to tell them that I am always there for them. I know that this has led me to talk to people who are hurting or struggling, to tell them that it’s okay to reach out so that they don’t have to suffer alone. Maybe these are things that we all needed a reminder to do, or to do more often. I don’t know. But I do know that I want to take this horrible, awful, shitty fucking tragedy and try to see that something, however small, but something good comes out of it.

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Thank you, Sean, for sharing.  I encourage everybody reading this to please take care of yourselves and know that:

THE HOSTAGES ARE HERE FOR YOU.

There are invisible hands reaching out to you.  I’m begging you, with tears in my eyes, don’t be a dick.  Use the power of this fully operational invisible friend machine.  I’ve seen Hostages race to the rescue with generosity that is astounding.  It may take some humility on your part.  I get that.  But if we don’t know, we can’t help.