the 22nd;
that's all the way to eleven,
twice.
what makes a kickass day off kick ass?
no work, obviously, for starters;
add in that it's the inestimable excellence of the equinox;
there's great weather;
scenic views and breathtakingly beautiful woodsly goodness;
and to top it all off, we went apple picking.
yep.
score one for the battle-beasts, b!tches.
right out of the gates,
a Perfect Fall Day.
you can maybe try and wrap your brains around beginning to imagine how F*n' amped on this type of Folk Life libertarianism i get.
it's a LOT, ya'll. and that's no foolin'.
a knit cap, savage barbarian beard, and a neil young type flannel?
sometimes even i'm surprised at my own manliness
we kinda came to rock the party today.
and thus far we totally have,
...SO HARD.
and i haven't even started baking anything yet.
apples and cinnamon and streusel, kids;
i know,
really, i know...
the white mountains.
northern new england.
throwback funtimes and real-life documentation...
this is the kind of stuff that makes me pop the veiniest rager on record!
scandalous?
a little.
true?
always, ya'll....
c'mon.
^^ummm,that's what SHE said?
if you can't get 'em or don't wan't 'em from the grocery store,
and have to handpick some apples,
make sure they've got the right stuff for the job.
namely, some apple trees, for starters.
more importantly, a gallon of gasoline,
and a box of antlers as well,
so you'll have the answers,
and the hot fire,
to ensure your experience is fully-formed.
as much as always,
and maybe more than ever,
i am so super grateful for the times being had.
it's really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....
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