empty nests, empty wallets, empty heads.

i'm not ready.
seriously.
they're going home.
the windy road to waterbaby diaperworld is calling.
even with some extra extra days of visit-times added on,
thanks to the inclemency of ma nature,
it's still not enough.
but then, when is it ever?
a house without that pittery-pattery hottness.
they may be tetanus-rusted razorwire,
but that pulls on my hard-hearted hard-style heartstrings a little.
we get our grown-up life back, true,
but at the cost of a couple of extremely endearing little tiny humans.
it's nice having a fresh perspective on things,
even if it's about two feet lower than mine, y'heard?
plus,
now there's no reason not to climb back under the broken house parts-
we did have a good run, though, during this broken winter session;
XI-mas, new year's, winter storms, the green elephant, hot fire.
big fun was had. the whole time.
we munched up all the traditional treats.
i even gave myself a little restful-nights-insurance for the future.
what? how?
well,
how better not to have to worry about boyfriends
or the various other assorted preteen awfulness,
than to introduce a little dungeons & dragons into the mix?
talk about critical hits;
boyfriends?
c'mon.
not unless they can beat a spellscarred half-elf ranger with an amulet of speed.
ha ha!
the weirdest part?
they like that dice-rolling weirdiness.
infinite nature vs. indolent nurture.
hard styles.
i could've used another week or daddy-ing.
a little does not go a very great distance an' that.
heck,
they're missing my birthday by three days.
weak sauce, duders.
the weakest.
despite their impending departure,
i'm still sending out the good feelings
and the hot fire to the secret universal plan;
times were had, ninjas. good ones. real ones. worthy ones.
i'm grateful for the spanning and for the spanners.
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what do you know about a 'material fast'?
yeah.
it's not a speed-related event.
more like one of those cleansing hippie-type jauns.
but instead of food, it's stuff.
i'm not buying sh!t until february.
i swear, ya'll. it's true.
besides getting groceries,
all other treats are off limits.
y'know,
taking some time off,
to make sure i'm really as grateful for what i've got.
especially the free stuff.
we'll see how it goes.
the camera already broke.
it's a test, innit?
F*ing with my sh!t to see if i'm serious.
and i am.
experiments, monkey-funkers,
i'm on that 'mad scientist' meets 'insufficient funds' type action.
stuff-coveting freak-outs notwithstanding,
january is sure to be a easy one.
of course,
i've already got a humidor of expensive stumps,
and a whole garage full of wood,
so no matter how lame the lack of new treats gets,
i've got the barbarian blazes to fall back on.
the best things aren't things?
we'll see;
never quiet, never soft.....