all out of rabbits.

anybody need one more reason to hate on my plow guy?
sure, no problem;
at 5a.m., as he thundered into our driveway,
makin' the dogs freak out,
and the noise of a thousand bobots battle-beasting into my brain,
the first word from my face as i reached for a revolver was:
goddamsunovabitchinmuddafugga,
instead of 'rabbit, rabbit',
which is considered the proper greeting for the first of the month,
as well as a topped-off ebt card, of course;
what's really 'hood, yo?...
the plow guy,
yeah.
he is employed by the homeowner's association for our road,
which is private,
and as none of them live here year-round,
they couldn't care less that he sucks on the fullest hardest ones in the universe,
especially when it comes to winter roadway/dental maintenance....
nice.
sorta.
so much for superstitious good luck havin' 'splosions, huh?
yeah.
my car is even actin' up now.
f*'n' plow guy.
F- minus, ya'll,
he fails.

this is the face i make when i'm SO super psyched about terrible weather,
especially as it pertains to long drives,
with my kids in the car......
that's a ginger brew i'm holdin',
take it easy,
i didn't turn all the way lame overnight.

after going to see 'bolt',
which was actually pretty fresh,
we stayed up late playing in the snow.
and after shovelling some saturated slush for a bit this morning,
and then after banana blueberry muffins,
we hit the road.
alas,
the super-awesome sprouts are back in the land of waterbabyism,
weak-ass-sauce, like you wouldn't believe.
i already miss 'em....

there's a fog creepin' around outside,
and everything is icy.
i spent the whole day driving.
in the fog and ice.
lightning striking viking voyager, ya'll,
that's me,
a regular battle bard sojourner;
never quiet, never soft..........