than to go back to the beginning?
word to yo' mother, ninjas.
pannie-cakes!!!
that's right.
and this morning,
after all the weekend's weak sauce delays and detours,
my little beautiful ladybirds went back to waterbaby 'butterburgh.
i miss 'em as much as ever, already.
it's a hard style, ya'll,
watchin' 'em head out....
the worst part, every time,
and always right at the end.
like finding a big black hairy fly in the bottom of your bowl of soup.
harvest is so much like me, i want to kick her in the pants,
and maple is so much like her ma, that i wanna do the same thing....
oh c'mon....
at any rate,
i'm still grateful for the time,
and it's still heart-hardeningly hard when it's over.
too much is the right amount.
and enough is never enough.....
i've said it before,
you can't have heart-wrenchin' sh!t,
without the wrench...
in less hopelessly depressing news:
it's mardi gras, kids.
that also means it's vegan jambalaya time, too.
ragin' cajun taste sensation are on the special shortlist for dinner tonight.
with a side order of shout out to the late, great justin wilson.
hoo-boy,
i gah-ron-tee, ya'll.....
if you've got the beads, by the way,
i am fully prepared to engage in any level of public nudity to gain a set.
and believe me,
when you see my set,
you'll wish you had bigger beads.....
word up.
never quiet, never soft....
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