chocolate in my peanut butter.

y'know what happens when it's a snow day?
anything!
now,
do y'know what actually happened yesterday?
shoveling.
i happened to notice three and a half icy feet of snow on my deck.
uh-huh.
i'm for serious.
i guess making art distracted me from responsible adulthood
for just a little minute, and a few snowstorms, too.
we were outside, digging hidey-pits in the snowbanks,
and i looked up at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
and to my dismay,
i'd been slacking.
that never feels very good, now does it?
nope.
so i got to get seriously activated for a few hours
of hard-packed ice-dammed miserable roof-rocking
homeownery maintenance.
ugh.
so,
that took up some time, and sapped some strength,
and all while the snow was falling as fast as i could remove it.
it's not exactly big fun,
but there's a certain manly satisfaction from sweaty laboring.
once we shed our snowpants,
lined our boots up by the fire,
and defrosted our toes and noses,
we got back to it,
and got bust getting even more intense-
you know what we did?
yessir,
we fired up some treats!!
yeah.
because we know how to get expert,
especially when the weather sucks.
chocolate is delicious,
and peanut butter is pure benevolent sorcery in my mouth.
but both together?
holy sh!tballs, neighbors.
check the teleport:

mmmmmmmmhmmmmmmm.
chocolate-cocoa-oatmeal-coconut-graham cracker cookie?
yes.
that's on the bottom.
and a semi-melted chocolate-chunk marble-swirled situation
inside a peanut butter blondie makes up most
of the moist mass in the middle;
and there are sneaky chocolate chips on top,
underneath a chocolate ganache frosting,
which is turn covered in sprankles
that look a whole lot like candy mouse poops.
we deserve the best,
and who else is gonna make it for us?
that's right.
nobody.
there's just us.
*
and instead of recycling,
we burnt every last scrap in the house.
no jokes.
teleport:

pollution?
possibly.
expert?
definitely.
we reap the rewards of our hard work.
maybe my garage won't be so leaky with less icy sh!t on top.
maybe my bellyhole will be fuller with sweet nutty treats inside it.
maybe our days digging snow forts will be better
because we have each other.
we're on that family togetherness business, kids,
and it's the best we're likely to get these days.
food in out faces,
fun at our frozen fingers,
it's ALL really happening....
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....