what's the 411?

every good vacation starts with the same thing...
pannie-cakes!
so naturally,
since a good vacation is the whole point of this weeklong visit, 
that's exactly how my sweet'uns and i got filled up this morning.
and now that we're all fueled up on syrupy sweet wheels of wheat,
today is going to be awesome.
woodsly wizard walks,
arthur-making illustrated storytimes,
apple-streusel coffee cake,
and gargantuan grocery getting
are all on the docket of duties demanding to get done.
we might even pack up some stuff today.
because that's SO much fun,
for kids and adults.

the sun is shining, ya'll,
and the day's date IS the information.
4/11,
the 411,
information's own number, even.
mary j. blige-type business, an' that.
i'm certainly balls-deep in uncertainty;
so hopefully today isn't just the day,
in the everyday way that every day is,
but maybe it's THE day, too,
for big news and much-needed information.
tremendous tidings of the unfolding, unfurling, and unleashing
of heretofore untold tales of trial, tribulation,
and tempestuous troubles triumphed over,
trounced, and trumped, 
by living well, 
being worthy,
and keeping it really real.
information is half of wisdom, after all.
and choosing wisely involves informed experience.
i'm sayin'.
4/11, my ninjas-
it's also the only way i'm livin' these days;
you know:
for eleven.
some folks just work for their weekends,
but i'm workin' towards loftier, more esoteric ambitions.
new ventures,
new venues,
new virtues.
necessary investments in just-be-dopeness, ya'll.
stakes is high,
times is hard,
and damn but the nights is long, too.
the only thing i'm runnin' short on
is options.
better get your guest bedrooms ready, mutha-uckas,
the unofficial backyard houseparty world tour
may just be gettin' ready to roll....

dear secret universal planagram blueprint,
if there's a plan b,
or a phase two,
now would be a great time to let us in on it....
xoxooxx,
love,
albie

i've got a full house,
a full heart,
and a full day ahead of me;
never quiet, never soft....