treats, redux.

jim brought over a bag of beaver bits.
no,
really.
an actual plastic sandwich bag filled with dam-damaging detritus.
see:
it's a true friend who knows his peoples well.
and a truer one still who comes through with the bodyparts.
yeah.
then,
the berrys, jesse and kristin,
our once-a-year visitors to the woodsly goodness,
brought us this:
is it a tube of terrific,
capped top and bottom,
all birch log barbarian box-type sh!t?
yep.
and it was chock to the tippity-top with treats.
jess scoopled this little piece of proper hottness at the sandwich fair last monday:

copper-leading, maple leaves, and stained glass.

so dope.

i seriously spent a week searching for the just-right hanging equipment.

you heard that correctly, ya'll.

i mean,

was i supposed to use brass bits?

weak-sauce wire?

fishing line?

c'mon.

i had to find a special set of copper coils, clips, and cast-iron crooks,

so that my good mornin' times start off right every day.

i know.

i'm a nit-pickety persnickety precision picker-outer.

i just need to doo-doo the things i do,

and do it to it just-so.

that's the way i do it.

there's been an influx of fortune's favor free-flowing towards the north.

the new stove comes on wednesday mornin'.

it was on super-sale.

and it is destined to be forever vegan.

a whole wholly-applied appliance lifetime of cheeseless, eggless hottness.

that's word.

we also got a secret insider trader tip,

and seized the moment readily;

we took a tour of a time-share place earlier today.

they gave us four round-trip tickets to wherever-ish,

and a sh!t-ton of extra treats, too.

oh,

and $40 buxxx cash.

heck yeah.

there must be some kind of kickass

secret universal rewards program.

and it includes treats.

i am grateful to all of my ninjas out there.

i mean it;

thanks a whole bunch for keeping me in mind when you're out minding your own.

i appreciate the hell out of it.

never quiet, never soft.....