emergency.

so,
when your kid turns thir-flippin'-teen,
and you pick her and her sister up from school,
what could be better, really?
oh,
only two things, i think-
first,
if your best buddy meets you somewhere,
like,
maybe at the spot where you rep on some emergency tofutti?
hmmm,
perhaps.
teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuup.
huh?
oh,
he's an adult, and he dresses himself, actually.
yeah.
fr'uncle paul, a.k.a. the cucch,
and the berfday girl, and her sister, and i,
know where to get the party started right.
right?
right.
once all the experts were in one spot,
a couple scooples of that icy creamy treat got activated.
that's the second thing, neighbors-
check the autumn-colored sweetness-type teleport:

c'mon.
sprankles!!!
that's what's up.
and how good do they look, though?
you know it, friends.
seasonal shots of color on top of our cold hottness.
believe it.
traditions are for the generations, y'all.
*
berfday shopping sprees,
and berfday dinners,
and berfday cake,
and all kinds of family togetherness.
we GOT they.
it's just sort of what happens,
yearly.
i'm already back home, though.
too much is the right amount,
and when it comes to connecticut,
any at all is already too much.
the height of good manners is knowing when to leave,
and i'm nothing if not a sophisticated masochistic gentleman;
never quiet, never soft.....