An orchard away at the end of the farm,

STORY LAND!!!!!
an attempt at 'regular person' fun was undertaken.
yep.
it went about how you'd expect.
hundreds of tourists in boston red sox (and celtics) outfits geekin' around,
bein' fat and stupid, and sweaty.
and rude.
yeah, i know, i DID leave the house,
so clearly i was inviting dialogue about tattoos and big dumb earholes.......
these outings make my kids seem SO much more awesome,
especially compared to the mannerless skankwads oozing around public spaces.
when did parents stop teaching kids to behave?
so gross.

we ate shave ice.
the girls loved it.
it gave us grown-ups a stomach-ache.

i found a battle-beast near the pumpkin carriages.
water finds it's own level, they say.
as long as it levels off at eleven, i say.

rides, yo.
look at the BIG fun on my face.
the combo of spinning, spiraling, and syrupy sweet shave ice led to tidal waves of nausea.
a tsunami of sickened salivating ensued.....
we stayed strong, and avoided regurgitation, however.

cuisine!
french term, right?
i thought so....
also, i'm not sure it applies to anything southwestern, 
let alone to senor munchero.
a sombrero, however, makes it impossible to be unhappy.
nice bucket of orange slime on the sign, too.....
cuisine, ya'll.
c'mon. 


we hit up the beach, and baked in the sun,
before we hit up the abusement park.
we also munched-up some very crispy belgian-flavored waffles...
we even spied on arthur spiderwick and his chronicles last night.
i am just sayin', ninjas,
i try to impress my seedlin's with thunderous berserker recreation.
action-packed adventures,
munchably excellent vegan eats, 
norwegian folktales before bed,
and concentrated quality time, all the time.
who wants a weak-sauce poppa bear, after all?


i didn't make much progress on big heads,
or on drawings of barbarian battle-beasts,
but i had a pretty flippin' rad day all the same.
so i figure i still came out ahead in the end....

i'm on a secret birthday mission in about ten minutes.
jess's b-day, ya'll.
july 3rd.
don't forget.

truth-tellers.
spittin' hot fire.
never quiet, never soft...