Krakow! Krakow!

Mal has visited! And so it rained!

... seriously, I have no idea why, but every time the lady has come to New Rochelle, it has rained during her sojourn. Why? Is it a portent? An omen? Some sort of latent mutant ability only activated by her proximity to pure, unadulterated awesomeness (i.e.: me)? I do not know! BUT, she is here, and we are celebrating our two-montheversary (for which she gave me a very lovely forest-green-and-black stuff-box, and for which I am taking her to a medium-fancy restaurant), and driving wherever the heck we wish to drive. Because cars is exciting, yo.

Happy day!