goodbye,again.

today is the day, neighbors.
the last one.
a perfect grid of calendar days,
sunday to saturday,
four times,
a self-contained month of lined-up and stacked days and days.
february is finished, finally.
how can the shortest month take forever to wrap up?
that's dumb.
the second half of the month really ate a pile of butts
and i, for one, am not even a little bit sorry to see it go.
besides,
tomorrow is sunday,
and it's the first,
and you know what that means, don'tcha????
yuuuuup.
rules is rules,
and the rule is very clear about what happens when a month starts on sunday:
sandwich week.
....again, already!!
i'm excited, for sure,
but,
i'm not there yet.
there are other other things to consider before we engorge our guts
on bread and stuff until we're stuffed.
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winter can eat a pile of turds, kids,
but WE can eat a pile of tarts.
does that sound good?
duhhhhh.
i know it does!
and when it comes to tarts,
i go re-tart-ed!
ew.
but, really, though, in really real life,
i do love to eat tarts,
and i love to eat vegan chee'cake,
so,
when both of them are the same thing?
ohhhhhh SH!T.
i'm in fatbelly shark-glutton heaven.
check the teleport:

ka-BOOMfire!
vanilla chee'cake in an oatmeal graham-crackery coconut cookie crumb cup?
expert.
with a border of lemon creamchee' frosting edging up the perimeter?
expert.
with sugared strawberry puree blopped in a sweet red dollop on top???
expert!!
tarts are so small and cute,
and chee'cake is so dope.
i don't even feel bad eating three of them in a row.
*
i take my treat styles pretty seriously.
and i also take my breakfast styles just as hard.
y'know?
yup.
i'm still reppin' pancakes.
because panniecakes are the first-meal nutrient activators i crave.
that's a thing.
check the teleport:

a fat stack of mackin' pimp-slaps,
with my preferred blend of oats and coconut and double-butters.
yup.
they're exactly what takes breakfast into the future,
via woodsly goodsly yesteryearly portals.
weird?
maybe.
tasty?
definitely.
fat?
i wouldn't have it any other way, any day.
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so,
that's all there is to say about these last few minutes of february.
we had a strong start, though, didn't we?
and one heck of a sandwich week, too.
after valentine's, it got a bit messy, with weather and vacations and that...
but then we had to go and end it with a harried, hurried, slurred and slurried
flurry of fury at the finish.
that figures.
the thing of it is, guys,
i gotta come up with at least eight all-new elite sandwiches,
and i need 'em all to be instant classics,
dinnertime bangers,
and monsters of rock, even,
all before the clock strikes breakfast tomorrow.
it's never the tasks the world sets before me that i worry about-
it's the tasks i set myself that preoccupy my mind.
this is What Is,
and it's all really happening.
today is the last day,
but tomorrow is yet another day;
never quiet, never soft.....