hallowe'en

damn. damn. DAMN.
early shirley a.m. fury.
at around 6a.m. i got crackin'.
a case of nervous energy,
and a preposterous to-do list,
meant that sleepytimes are off of the menu until further notice.

stoked to stoke on this hot fire,
i got busy with my big business.
that included the notorious, glorious rock bloxxx.
a.k.a. the dopest cookies on the planet.
if you can't get down with those tasty blops of choco-chippity coconuttiness,
you are clearly off the list.
yeah.

the cucch and i prepped, and peeled, and ran the oven all g-darn day.

i mean it.

the dynamic double-dose of barbarian bromance we conjured up,

means crucial catering is completed.

the wedding party eats and treats are gonna rock all the socks off the guests.
happily,

it's warm enough that full bellies and bare-footery will go hand-in-hand
with the sappy love saga headed down the aisle.

and when i say aisle,

i mean,

my living room.

good lookin' yeah?

these dudes right here got SO busy.

meanwhile,

back at the party...

we had hummus,

we had red pepper-white-bean-artichoke dip,

we had bruschetta,

we had a tangy pickled veggie tapanade,

we had stuffed mushrooms,

we had all kinds of goodness, baked, fried, and candied.

i'm sayin', ninjas;

we had swedish wheatballs.

uh-huh, in some mama cucch's secret homemade recipe jauns.

if you stayed home,

you missed the F* out.

four or five of my nearest and dearest,

and twenty some-odd other other peoples all came by.

good times may have been had.

i was otherwise occupied with hot kitchen hot fire.

still,

there were more treats than tricks,

and the evening was a riotous success.

six-person sleepover?

suuuuuure.

daylight savings reversal extra hangout hour?

don't mind if i do.

last minute rough-draft refining of my viking vowage?

F*n'-A right, ninjas.

i doo-doo all of that freaky sh!t.

mere minutes from matrimony.

we gots it like that;

never quiet, never soft......