love is in the air.

what happens when you've got two genetics-defying, amazing kids up for school vacation,
and breakfast needs some cookin' up,
AND it's valentine's day?
pink pannie-cakes happens, fool.
i mean,
c'mon,
what else could it be?

the thermometer says 40 degrees,
but i do not believe it;
whenever it gets above freezin',
ma nature has a perfect solution:
wind chill.
word up.
cold and windy.
windy and cold.
that about sums up the week's weather.
in fact, it was so flippin' windy last night,
it sounded as if trucks were rapidly accelerating inside my bedroom.
and that creepy ghost-touch chill that rides shotgun with the outside wind?
yeah,
when it's so windy outside that it somehow gets windy inside?
i'm sayin',
who came up with that?
haunted friday the thirteenth whistling whispers, moans,
house-shakin' hurricane gale force gusts,
that whole package is not so rad, really.
sleep was not one of the multiple choice options, ya'll.


blurry; check.
bleary; check.
jammies and blankets; double check.
snacks; check.
mario-mutha-uckin'-cart! you better check yo' self before you wreck yourself.
me and the youngling padawans are all about some lightsaber duels, too...
and vegan grilled cheese for lunch!
take it easy, high 'n' mighty super-mom police force,
we're not gonna play video games ALL day...
as a matter of fact,
we already baked up a pan of pinkyheart vanilla cake,
and when it cools off enough,
pink frosting is rumored to be tag-teaming up with red sprinkles,
for an all-out, deluxe demerara/confectioner's sugar glucose blastoff evening....
vacation, ya'll.
it's awesome.

now,
i don't really like being told when i should feel especially like being in love an' that.
but i do love any excuse to celebrate something!
hell,
the whole family is wearing red, white, and pink!
it's really the best way to enjoy a fabricated commercial funday, anyway.
hangin' out,
with my ladies,
spending way more in time and energy than in store-bought treats.


of course,
it isn't ALL conversation hearts and scandalous lingerie...
and this is the face i make when my valentine is spanning time without us at work.
make that money, honey,
and bring that green paper home to daddy!!!
so pimp, my ninjas.
i'm sayin'....

this is what's happening.
today is the day.
today is valentine's day.
actually, today is our day.
dear really-real Folk Life rural reality,
be mine.
after all,
i put the V.D. in valentine's day, ya'll,
never quiet, never soft...