harder.

sparkle-magic makin' & lightning-strikin',
we know how to be the light-bringers in the darkness.
we are the silver lining to these raincloudy days.
bright spots in otherwise dismal durations.
these uneventful evenings spent with small lovelies are every bit as excellent as the adventurous afternoons we enjoy.
there's an attitude of gratitude, all around us.


the moon has been an epic orange orb for a few days now,
and full moon fever is definitely gripping the vacationing masses.
i would love to unload some silver-lining bullets, ya'll.
a cursebreaking barrage of lycanthropic lozenges,
to cool down all the craziness that vacation self-importance brings.
and when i say i'll be using silver bullets,
i am NOT talking about coors light either, y'heard me?
i live here year round because i know how fresh the woodsly goodness is.
tourists don't need to clog up the works with werewolfen weak-saucery.


these next few days will determine the dopeness i can distribute to my daughters.
they go home on friday.
until then,
we'll be doo-dooin' all that freaky fun,
readin' all the words in the books,
eatin' all the sweets and treats,
and otherwise occupying our days with mystical wizard-type sh!t.
(it still rains a little every day, but the in-betweens of hot hot heat are wrecking the mushroom magic)


this is my new baby.
ain't she pretty?
SO much hot fire is slated to get spat,
never quiet, never soft...