it's not a car...

...it's a LIMO.

we picked up harvest and maple in a fully-stretched limousine,

from school,

all extra-big-baller flashy an' that.

dainty, delicate darlings and a great big birthday extravaganza.
it wasn't harv's actual b-day,
but still,
family day with the new hampshire ninjas brought the noise.

woooooooooooooooooord up.

after all,
birthday times are kind of a big deal, y'heard?
my extraordinary wifey made the magical arrangements,
and jeff the chauffeur took us wherever
my lovely little ladies wanted to go.
of course,
after the initial showboating and grandstanding of
a really righteous all-the-way-to-eleven arrival,
emergency tofutti was in order:

scooples of vegan dopeness for your face.

for everybody's face, actually.
that's that oreo-style cookie monster sh!t.
it's also exactly how a bangin' birthday celebration kicks off.
believe it.

it's definitely a head-turning spoiled-rotten experience, y'all.

getting out of a limo at the bookstore,

at the video game store,

at the toy store,
and even just mackin' so fresh around the downtown new haven area.
special days call for special measures.
real talk.

c'mon.
we did all the big fun stuff,

for hours and hours,

and repeated the process,

sans limousine,

the next day.

that's some viking vixen fixin's, duders.

i mean,

you only get to turn double-digits the once,

dig it?

yeah.
man oh man.
we ate what we wanted,
we did as we pleased.
making minutes matter much more.
that's how we doo-doo our togetherness action.
connecticut got tuned up, b!tches.
and i got a brutal cold.
i'm immune to almost everything, kids,
except chronic hamden warriorism.
i've yet to escape without a tremendously horrendous
case of acute 'itis.
was it worth it?
c'mon,
what am i?
an A*hole?
no way, neighbors.
i'm a lucky duckling;
never quiet, never soft.....