eats and treats

grampa tom and his better half, ms. betty
hung out with us and our whole damn fam today....
we munched up on hook-up lunchable pizzas,
hung out at the Folk Life Fortress,
aaaaand, we got haircuts!
jess got a drastic headchop of epic slice-it-off proportions,
and she is looking lava-magma-turbo ultimate hottness supreme.
the girlie-girls, harvest and maple, got trim-uppity touch-ups,
cucch got a new and improved regular boy's hairchop,
and i even got a hedgeclip on my bushy shrubbery of a facepiece.
elsah, our very own active participatin' personal stylist,
brought all her muthaflippin' expertise to bear
on ALL the collagen compounds freeform flowing from our follicles....
vanity is possibly my favorite deadly sin;
actually,
i never met one i didn't like.
still and all,
maybe gluttony is actually my bestest buddy,
because we went out to gnosh up twice today,
after tasty panniecakes this morning,
and my bloated bellyhole is a hurtin' organ grinder for sure.
the hairstyling however means that i look a little baby bit less like i feel.
we stay sharp because we look sharp.
carts and horses, my ninjas....

we got a little sumthin' sumthin' today at the country furniture/lifestyle store.
it's called a dry sink, because it has no plumbing in it,
among other reasons;
and i'm calling it some ultra-fresh bathroom cabinetry.
berserker barbarian battle-beasts need a place
to rest their scrunchies before a shower is all i'm tryin' to say....
never quiet, never soft....