guess what i came home to yesterday?
i'll give you a hint;
they have frosting on 'em...
yep.vegan mutha-uckin' cupcakes.
delicious.
the good-life wife,
with some support from my treat-eating sweet'uns,
baked up a beautiful blue 'n' blush batch of baked babies.
then,
after i shark-bit a couple of 'cakes into my bellyhole,
i tried hangin' out with the whole family.
quality time, an' that.
i was doing great for about seventeen seconds.
i didn't say quantity time, ya'll.
the next thing i remember is waking up,
smack dab in the dead-on dark middle of the night,
and adding fuel to the fire.
(even in a flat-out coma, i'd still manage to stoke the embers)
that's some Folk Life woodsly goodness, ya'll.
there's nowhere half as dope as your own bed.
or,
if you've got two small princesses
testing the pea-sized pitfalls of your own actual bed,
then you'd be pleased to know the guest bed works just as well.
yeah.
a guest bed snore festival.
that's how i get with it.
i guess that a weak weekend of riding around,
wringing my hands,
and working my A-hole off of my body,
left me spent up, burned out, and beat down.
...but not anymore, ninjas.
now i'm wide awake,
my eyes are open,
and the griddle is heated:
that's the way a day away from the workplace should start.pannies, man.
them jauns always taste better in the a.m.
(but anytime is a good time for panniecakes, y'heard?)
now that harvest and maple are all syruped-up,
we're ready for big fun.
one rock, two pebbles.
that's the start of an avalanche of awesomeness.
gravity, inertia, and a few well-placed lightningbolts.
that's how we get it rollin' along,
here in the high-up hills of new hampshire.
recognize.
it's good to be here;
never quiet, never soft.....
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