A balm to make the wounded whole.

There’s this old time church song that goes “There is a balm in Gilead, to make the wounded whole, there is a balm in Gilead, to heal the sinsick soul.”

I have had a pretty rough past month. Between work stress and lightweight drama with my friends and loved ones, it’s almost enough to make a woman get that deer rifle, take that sniper position, and work some issues out.

But something happened just a moment ago that made it all better: Trixie gave me a kiss.

Okay, granted it was a sloppy kiss and involved her putting her open mouth against my jaw and licking it a bunch of times, but whatever: that’s pretty much how a few of my dates have ended.

It was the most extra specialistic, fantastical, grooviest piece of awesomedom i’ve experienced!!

So it turns out there really IS a balm that makes the wounded whole: it’s baby slobber.

Deal with it.