bananas.

duders,
i added a whole bunch of stuff together in a bowl.
and when i was done stirring it up,
it was pretty much expert.
uh-huh.
great baked treats are what i do best,
at least, when i'm not doing other other things best.
ha.
but for realsies, ninjas-
check the roasty toasty good morning muffin man teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
sun-kissed daybreakers,
for your ever-lovin' face!
i slid in some kitchen-activated toasted coconut bits,
and brownulated granulated brown sugar instead of plain babypants sugar,
and soy yogurt instead of soy milk,
and freshly-ground oat flour instead of regular beat wheat bits,
i toasted some of that groat-ground magic meal too.
i can't help it,
i like to take my treats to eleven.
i mean,
otherwise, they're just baked goods, and that's not good enough.
there's also one big overripe brown-spotted flippin' banana, too.
because replacing eggs with fancy sh!t is the way to go.
oh,
and we activated that coffee-cake-style streusel on top,
with my most favorite new jauns-
the vanilla-bean infused confectioners sugar.
it's got nutrients from the future, and little black specks in it.
dope.
***********
it's a snowy weekend up here in the woodsly goodness.
and that means gaytard skiers and uppercrusty second-homeowners
are out en masse in forking full force.
now, in other parts of the world,
i'm sure there aren't vacationing F*-holes clogging up every available
open space with indelicate ineffective interactions.
but up here?
that's all there is kids.
obstacles on my collision course with excellence.
huh?
it's a thing.
neighbors,
there are people everywhere.
vacation destination congestion is a hard style,
for miles and miles.
and with snow on the slopes, and snow on the forecast,
the main roads and every available grocery store are packed to the rafters
with minky worrywarts and mincey diaperbabies.
i'm in love with where i live,
but i've got hate in my heart for the tourists and turdbiters who are
intent on ruining every single stretch of available family togetherness time.
the full moon fury of a loco lobo werewolf wendigo whilrwind isn't helping, either.
a seething, surging tidal wave magnetic monster mash-up of spirit and memory
and harder-than-iron-willed hard feelings are all we're repping this morning.
time is running away from us,
and we're in hot pursuit;
never quiet, never soft.....