Come With Me, My Love

I’m not that big a fan of Robert Plant’s solo stuff, but I do love me some “Sea of Love” action on his part.  His voice is just so warm and tender, you can almost feel a firm but gentle hand on your lower back, another caressing up your arm to take your hand, and pulling you in so close you can smell…

Okay, I interrupt this fantasy just for a moment to ask why, when smoking in general is so stinky, and stale smoke in general, even stinkier, there are some men who smoke who end up smelling so damn good?  Kind of like warm wet earth.  Why would nature devise a man who benefits from a habit that can kill him?  Is it irony or a consolation prize?

Anyway, where was I? Yes, Robert Plant is singing and his voice is so warm and tender it’s like being pulled in close to an old lover you remember fondly.

Come with me, My Love, to the new, the new Tiny Cat Pants.  I want to tell Lynn just how much I appreciate it.

Yes, folks, finally, sooner, rather than later, we will be moving over to WordPress.  It’s not that I don’t like Squarespace, I do.  But Lynnster has promised me something that Squarespace was never able to deliver–all my blogging in one place, this stuff and the blogger stuff.   And I believe that WordPress will cure the blues of the folks who are having a hard time commenting here.

The change-over ought to happen over the weekend and I’m sure there will be glitches of some sort that neither Lynnster nor I have imagined and Tiny Cat Pants ought to be sporting some kind of fresh new look.  Or a couple of fresh new looks while I toy around.

Anyway, I wanted to let y’all know that that was happening.  I’ll keep the Squarespace site up for a little bit just to steer folks to the right place.

It should be fun.  All my posts in one place.  It’s like a dream come true.

A dream involving a guy who smells wonderfully like cigarette smoke who never gets cancer…