bread and sprankles.

we're pretty much just running around,
all over town,
plugging ourselves into whatever situations arise on our arrival.
like,
wherever we are, that's the place to be.
today, duders,
we're gonna be everywhere.
so we're gonna need some fuel for our faces to power the hot-fire furnaces
inside our heavy cast-iron bouble-boilermakin' hard hearts.
and that calls for a little delicacy.
as in,
a custom loaf of crucial nutrients and critical conditioning.
uh-huh.
neighbors,
just when y'all thought we were done baking?
check the teleport:

F*ing right, brothers and sisters-
this is what happens when worthy warriors and little women get together
and create a hurricane of kitchen experimentation on that family togetherness jauns.
believe it-
crushed-up graham crackery bits and pieces, oatmeal, soy yogurt, and blueberries?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
that's blueberry pie breakfast bread, b!tches!
we doo-doo that new hottness in catch-wreckable rectangles of delicious bettery
buttered big slabs of oven-toasted sweetly cinnamon-spiced daystartin' dopeness!!
you wish you had some;
we wish you were here.
so i guess everybody loses a little,
but we gain ground with every thick blue bite of that expert treat, ninjas.
so we just win less, and you just lose more.
awwwwwwwww.
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how often do you get home delivery from FedEx?
oh, realllllly?
well, i never do, or at least i didn't...
...until those guys brought me over a box of good stuffs,
and left the package for me to discover inside my mudroom yesterday.
for realsies.
which means that yet again,
i have proof to support my theory that my friends are better than yours.
that might really be a thing.
check the sugary-crystals-of-bakery-activation teleport:

c'mon.
elsah found ALL the sprankles,
and sent them via extra-special speedy-delivery directly up the one road
that cuts through the woodsly goodness right to the dirty doorstep
of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
i'm just sayin'-
pastel pieces of nonpariels an' sh!t, son?
heck yes.
my cake game is about to get amped up yet again.
too bad they spelled sprankles wrong on those containers, though, huh?
oh, stop it.
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and i'm still up before the sun, son.
another 'nother full day of tryin' harder and falling shorter is here.
again.
we had a great family dinner last night,
with kelly and amanda,
and the cucch,
who assembled our flat-style-bread pizzas like a true professional experte.
the network of worthwhile co-conspirators we've compiled is a complex web
of spitfire and lightning, an eclectic electric current of interconnectedness,
cultivated coincidences, small worlds, and close knits and purls.
i am grateful for the times and the places and the peoples
who span and expand alongside me.
today is the day, again,
and for all my loneliness, i'm not alone,
and that's pretty flippin' confusing,
but also pretty flippin' dope;
never quiet, never soft.....