snow days mean anything can happen.

like slick roads, duders.
unpredictable.
like what? say what-say what?
yep.
anything can happen.
wwwwaitaminit...
snow, again?
you got it.
or at least we do, anyway.
the doo-doo buttery 'sauce, neighbors.
moulting bolts of hardened water,
and a dour downpour of scouring scree from the skies.
that's mounds, my ninjas.
of muddy water and slushy skidmarks.
once again,
the woodsly realm is blanketed in refurbished whiteness.
a sheen, a skin, a veil, a topcoat.
it looks clean and bright on the ground,
but scattered and shattered in the sky.
ah,
talking about the weather.
i got them jauns on lock.
*
it's the weekend up here at the fortress.
that means that big fun need a-packin' into the next 48 hours.
like nolte and murphy, duders,
i'm lookin' to get fresh, in a loud, hard manner.
we need a mattress!
that's first on the list.
we may go to the dump to drop off recyclables,
and we might even have a minute to breathe deeply
of the aromatic mountain magic,
somewhere in between the doings, and the happenings.
really.
we have a five-year old houseguest here, too.
that's right.
our buddy gina's daughter, aryanna,
gets to span time with the turbo-weirdies, y'all.
it's a babysitting sleepover party!
and it is sure to be big flippin' fun.
you know it.
in fact,
it is pajamarama time right now.
playing pretend,
playing around.
the fun house funhouse is open for business;
never quiet,. never soft.....