good.

i think the secret universal plan has a miniature mean streak, ya'll.
or at least a cruel-to-be-kind sense of humor.
yesterday,
we looked at what can only be considered our dream house.
big timber-framed rooms,
chimneys,
pantries,
attached barn,
weird little outbuildings,
hardwood everything,
secret underground passageways,
epic scale, eleventh level full-blown 200 year old hottness.
now,
all we need to do is to find a pile of mystery dollars to make it happen.
i'm sayin',
there's that mean streak i mentioned;
where will we find this secret stash of spare loot?
talk about dangling treats in front of the shark tank.
overextend just a pinch,
and you're fish food.
damn, son.
that's such a hard style.

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thomas kemper sodas.
have you had 'em?
becaue you definitely need to know about them.
it should be noted that honey-phobic high and mighty holier-than types
are NOT gonna be able to get busy,
because t.k.'s whole jammie jam is to use northwest honey.
in everything.
and yet,
they kind of rock it.
really hard.
smooth and refreshing ginger ale that doesn't taste like pure sugar OR burning?
i was all about it at smooth and refreshing!

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i'm just wondering:
did anybody else get full-moon fever last night?
my werewolfen blood was pumpin' it up, my ninjas!
just about every hour,
on the hour,
from 11p.m. to 6 a.m.
i was up and at 'em,
out and about,
and bathed in blue light.
ready to howl and hunt like a hairy, hungry, hard-style housebreaker.
and believe it or not,
i actually like sleeping.
i just don't really do it so much.
as such,
i'm a sleepy seed today.
and what better way to kick start a school vacation week,
than to drive to massachussets,
while really droop-liddedly exhausted?
i can't think of very much.
in any event.
i'll be pinching my cheeks,
more to wake the F* up,
than to see if i'm dreaming,
because with open arms, eyes, and hearts,
my daughters are going to arrive with me this afternoon
in the forested fresh-to-deathliness of up-here new hampshire.
i'm taking time off from work, too,
to span alongside my too-long absent kindred kinfolk.
this is it.
the very last deep-woodsly goodness we'll share at this location.
the mudhole barbarian sacrificial bonfires will burn higher and hotter than ever.
a cathedral of combustion sending sincere ashen appreciation skyward.
family time with my most favoritests, you munka-funkas.
that's important stuff.
more mutha-uckin' important than money.
and definitely waaaaaay more important than tattoos.
this week.
this day.
this moment, ya'll.
that's what matters,
that's what's happenin',
that's What Is.
i've got my big dreams,
i'm makin' my big moves,
i'm schemin' on the big action,
and the trio of ladies i care most deeply about
will have me surrounded in an affectionate enfilade by suppertime.
this really IS a good friday;
(sorry, jesus)
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
never quiet, never soft....