kids and animals.

y'know who likes me?
uh-huh.
kids and animals.
i'm serious.
they have no guile, and as such,
cannot be beguiled,
or so i'm told.
i sure hope so,
because that means i'm still one of the good guys on the inside.
there's fairness and fun mixed in with the fiery furnaces,
y'know,
like darth vader.
little kids, duders.
they can hang out sometimes.
just sayin',
it's like they refuse to believe i'm even remotely
close to as berserk or barbarian as i assert.
check out my new buddy, sia.

c'mon.
that's some adorable cuteness, an' that.
he's casey's kid.
(he is also rumored to hate sleeping)
we didn't plan on matching so well,
but it was a pretty flippin' expert moment, yeah?
yeah.
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jiggety-jig, my ninjas,
i'm home again.
back from the frontlines of freshness,
and fast past the point of flustered furloughs,
i'm here.
the woodsly goodness was waiting,
and so was my nice, warm, soft, roasty-toasty bed.
only one leg of my flight-time reality
almost crashed due to gusty winds.
out of a possible two.
so that was invigorating.
a do-over last minute pull-up and do-over.
that'll get the blood pumping, neighbors, for sure.
just not enough to keep the sleepy seeds from taking root.
i got in from the far away airport waaaay late,
and i still got up and at 'em waaaay early,
and tatzapped until tonight, too.
so,
instead of getting into nitty-gritty details,
i'm getting into my pajamas,
and instead of typing to the twenty duders
who peruse these pages,
i'm gonna let my drooping lids,
bloodshot eyes,
dragging limbs,
and sagging spirits
recharge a bitty baby bit.
and when the meter reads 'to eleven',
then i'll regale you with tales of the nittiest and grittiest
greasy-spoons and humid atrium air.
until then,
i'm for bedtimes, hard times, nighttimes,
and good times.
goodnight, wesley, (and y'all),
i'll most likely kill you in the morning;
never quiet, never soft.....