phones, bones, homes;

all of mine are broken!

you duders should see my thumb!
all this crampy, crushing, crucial tatblastin' zappin'
has taken it's toll on my opposable appendage.
it's now in opposition to it's original purpose,
and position.
thumbs down to that...
otherwise,
after six days of devastating doo-doo destruction on other duders dermis'....
i've got a pair of days to rst and recuperate;
kinda.
my little lovely ladybird beauties,
harvest and maple,
are arriving tomorrow with their aunt mary, (my sister),
and my young neice, little cash cowgirl!!!
yeah!
so much big action gettin' ready to pop off....
and all i can do is dream about furniture.
mostly, how i wish i had some.
that'd be super.

yesterday,
our friendly neighborhood black bear thought long and hard
about some housebreaking burglary and plunderous pantry-raiding our home.
fortunately,
the porch was locked,
or we'd have been between a bear and a hard place, for sure.
later,
the very same day,
olive the dog discovered our burly black buddy,
sitting pretty in a tree just enjoying the sunrise,
and tried her hardest to munch up his face as a little midmorning snack!
that was the most 'hood,
and least neighborly our tenure as residents of pierce road has produced thusly.
it seems to only roll downhill, though,
the same direction the sh!t-salad wants to roll.

ah well,
the joys of family gathering will pit their pits
against the harmony of old busted homeownership.
which one hits harder?
i'll tell you guys tomorrow;
never quiet, never soft.....