hard where? oh, hardware!!

i'm in love with the post office.

mostly,

because that's where all the stuff i order gets sent

so i can scoople it up and have it and use it....

that IS love, isn't it?

i got such good treats for my face in the mail yesterday.

vandyke's restorers, my ninjas...i'm sayin';

aftermarket illustrious luscious dimmer knobs,

and beat-up burnished brass switchplates,

and cast iron and forged wrought iron doorhandles and latches,

and a gargantuan ghostbustery gatekeepin' medieval-sized gate latch,

and all kinds of other other new old busted hottnesses.

it doesn't take too much to set off a screwdrivin' sequence

of unsquelchably serious deep drillin', ya'll.

(that's naturally what SHE said)

housey hottness in the woodsly goodness.

you'd be amazed at what a bronze barbarian battle bolt or two can do for house and home.

holy power surges!

a bloated rot-soaked birch tree did some ultimate fighting

scoring a first round knock-out on the power lines this mornin'.

i'm tellin' you guys,

it went to eleven, so hard.

berserker barbarian hot fire AND lightning

sparkin' and arcin' and scorchin' the earth an' all.

naturally, being sunday,

the powerlinesmen were in a huge hurry to repair the damage.

yeah.

while waiting for restored juice,

we rolled the remnants from the road,

and the righteous right action of our pro-active participation

got us some new neighborly nods from the folks on our cul de sac.

score one for doing the right thing, ya'll.

it's not every day that exploding cables and falling forest flora get busy,

without waterspoutin' waterbaby tornado lameness added in,

but i guess the blowhardiness of bigmouth battle bards works just as well.

if a tree falls in the forest and blows up a transformer,

does it make better neighbors?

i guess the F* so, yo.

word.

so,

i've got these little kids i helped make,

and they've been spanning time here for the last two weeks,

but now they're going home on tuesday to the weak sauce.

that's a hard style.

too much is never ever enough,

and that's doubly so for stuff that doesn't suck.

harvest and maple definitely are sucka-free, too,

and that makes the end times for fatherly viking summer schoolin'

SO much more mutha-ucking bittersweet.

of course, without the bitter, the sweet is more tart an' that.

i am grateful for these teeny sweet-tart sweethearts, ninjas.

never quiet, never soft.....