that's word.
beautiful, bountiful bushels of good stuff.
today it's also specifically harvest day.
yeah,
miss harvest skye ruth,
my little itty-bitty daughter,
turns nine years old today.
nine!
that's not so little itty-bitty is it?
i mean,
that's almost double-digits;
that is,
it's the very last year the kid'll have a single number denoting her age,
which makes me even that much older still.
that's some knee-creaking cobweb-type sh!t.
her uber-crackery birthday surprise 'american girl' doll arrived just in time,
or so i'm told.
for the record, them jawns are NOT cheap.
but, i had to doo-doo that berfday sh!t-
that's correct, my ninjas;
daddy warbucks delivered on the much-desired dopeness.
how could i not, after all?
i'm just sayin';
a doll?
hell yeah.
not some miley montana/bratz-type future skank accoutrements.
a flippin' 'american girl' doll.
my kid getting a semi-wholesome present she actually wants?
you already know i'm 'bout that big action.
aaaaaaaand,
as a cosmic reward for my doting dad-ness,
we also got our uber-crackery new stove today, too.
permit your peepers to pop the hardest eye-boners ever:
so sexy.shiny, new, stainless, and black,
with a barbarian oval midle 5th burner for skillets and gridles and such.
i can only speculate on the heroic pannie-cakery that will commence forthwith.
i made a list of all the things the kitchen still needs.
now that here's a new appliance setting the bar a bit higher an' that.
then,
i seperated it into 'need' and 'want' columns.
then,
i re-seperated the dire needs from the must-haves,
and the might-be-nices from the eventual turbo hottnesses.
the lists are still magnificently long.
like cartoon squire's scrolls, even.
the kitchen, to a hard-cooking hard-style vegan battle-beast,
is the single most important room in the whole house.
and just so we're all on the same page:
that's totally where the spider-hole used to be.
c'mon.
the natural light,
the new island,
the cast-iron heat register,
that BAM-boo floor......
this kitchen, duders.
this kitchen is the business.
all i know is that i'm cooking up something incredibly edible tonight.
my stove-top-creativy-count is dangerously low.
i aim to remedy that with an epic gastronomic saga;
never quiet, never soft.....
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