sticky.

lightsaber wizard beard, my ninjas!
sometimes, it kinda rules,
lookin' all airbrushed van panel an' that....

underground snowtunnel glowstick party.
c'mon...
i mean, there's a slide inside.

and four different openings.

and room for expansion, even.

here, maple demonstrates the scale of the whole thing....
that's the small tunnel, y'heard?
early evenings spent shinin' and slidin',
in an ancient inuit-flavored arctic snowbank bivouac shelter,
with flourescent tubes of ravin' wavin' goo-goo butter illuminating the scene.
the girls got the mace windu kool-aid ones,
and i rocked the greenies...

heavy, heavy, wet, and nasty, my ninjas. 
i said heavy twice, because it's extra heavy.
barely freezin' temperatures make for some burly burdens to burrow out of....
the morning after a snowstorm is alternately beautiful and infuriating.
the snow is wet enough that everything looks like it's been covered in vanilla frosting.
and it's heavy enough that i'll need a chiropractor after i shovel.
and i'll need to shovel about a foot down and 'bout forty feet along the driveway!!
yeah.
i was hopin' to have to do most of the work i pay someone else to do.
and still have to pay him....
oh man,
i am gonna burn this guy's house down at some point in the future!!!
that's correct,
the a-tarded f*hole plowsucker has struck again!!
i'm wishing hard-hearted hate, in the form of actual leprosy,
or at least weepin', seepin' full-body blisters,
on our plowguy, too.
really,
i'm gonna need to have to evidence of severe injury inflicted upon him,
if i'm to feel any sense of justice.
he's the gopher in my caddyshack, ya'll.....
i never even see or hear this sh!tlickin' slacker show up.
like a ghost of incompetence,
he haunts my driveway.
i need to exercise an exorcism,
in the form of battle beastly barbarian beatdowns,
or some such suitable sabotage.
hard-hearted, i'm tellin' you.
word.

due, in part,
to the perpetual inclemency of the northern skies,
harvest and maple are stayin' even longer!!!
extended director's cut school vacation!!
quality spannin' with my miniature masterworks!
naturally, i have to rearrange whole big blocks of time;
which f*s up my work schedule,
and my greenback-bottom dollar revenues,
and also simultaneously kicks the dad-o-meter up to eleven.
it's not a bad trade off.
every minute,
every day,
i am grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft...