keep on truckin'.

four wheel drive.
v8 engine.
tie-downs.
extended cab.
...manly.
there's a whole checklist of powertrain brutality.
i think my beard got thicker just riding around today.
now,
i don't really know anything about car-tardation,
but i do know that i was blazing trails
all around the bumps and bogs of the woodsly goodness earlier.
why?
because it's truck time in new hampshire, kids.
it's a snowy, iced-over roadway,
stay dark outside all afternoon kind of a day.
y'know,
a bearded weirdie pioneer explorer kind of day.
although really,
if the truth is to be told,
it's more of a reading books and sipping homemade soup kind of day.
a drinking tea and listening to morrissey kind of day.
a wrapped in a warm blanket by the fire kind of day.
that could just be the homebody hermit in me talking.
but i'm just sayin',
it's wet outside.
and that's gross.
me and the kids are staying warm and roasty-toasty indoors.
at least,
we are now.
we shoveled and chopped wood,
we cleaned off the cars,
and we scampered through the snowbanks.
then,
we piled in the pick'em up,
and slipped, slid, skidded, and fishtailed around town for a little minute,
and then headed right back to the homestead.
soggy socks and dank hair don't really do it for me, ninjas.
but mundane family funtimes,
and meager meatless meals,
with my nearest and dearest is what i'm really grateful for right now.
that and ibuprofen.
all that manly business earlier ripped my whole right elbow
right off of my body.
i'm needing a new one, ya'll.
i can't really move it.
not that i'm about to weak-sauce it up and go to the doctor.
maybe it'll fix itself tonight??
if not,
then i sure feel bad for my unsuspecting skinstab subjects tomorrow,
because my left-handed tatty-o game is not what it used to be.
so why am i smiling?
because i know something you don't know:
i am not left handed;
never quiet, never soft.....