spranks.

if you're on any sort of vacation,
even if it's just a miniature one,
you'd better be prepared to activate some sprankles.
real talk.
if you aren't about 'em,
then stay home and mow the toes off of one of your feet.
sprankles are what's poppin' in the realm of beautiful treats.
that's a thing.
neighbors,
i left work a little early on tuesday.
i did.
just so i could get a jump start on my roadtrip to connecticut,
and really make sure to maximize the hours and minutes
between duty and obligation and family togetherness,
with an overlap of emergency tofutti for my face on every damned day.
well...
for the most part, that was very successful,
with one small, but acceptable exception.
day one,
in mystic, connecticut, home to some of the sexiest old homes
and crackery maritime hottness that yankee new england has on hand,
does not have an establishment that gives even one F* about tofutti.
but,
they have a spot, on a flippin' drawbridge,
and it has some exxtra-thick blackberry sorbet, duders!
check the first-day-dopeness-type teleport:

sprankles,
and sea-salty air beside the bridge,
in full view of the oceany boaty business of a seaside dock of vacationy
summertime walkabout and all the activity one would expect from a thoroughfare
in the center of town.
expert!
and after we experienced an ice-creamy walk around the waterfront,
through the secret side streets and picket fences of the olden days,
and after a morning of big fun in the aquarium,
we headed to real connecticut,
where the 'hoodsly goodness keeps it molto molto to eleven,
in the county where all the hot fire, pain, peril, and the poetry live.
mmmhmmmm
y'know what else those guys have?yup.
emergency tofutti.
once i scooped up my daughters,
the whole gang of us-
harvest, maple, amber, and myself,
all treated ourselves to a couple of scoops
of super-duper dopeness, doused in day-glo sugar seeds from the future.
check the sweet-claude-type teleport:

kaBOOMfire!!
those sprankles are what's up.
and coffee crunch chip stacked with oreo-style jauns?
that sh!t is the TRUTH, neighbors.
no joke.
....
of course,
there was all kinds of aother other stuff happening throughout the days,
like my daughter being promoted to ninth grade,
in a loooong ceremony that said farewell to the eight. an' that.
but,
after that,
we still had to make the magic happen again.
i mean, c'mon-
rules is rules,
and we aren't a weak-saucy kind of crew.
therefore, a whole other 'nother 'nother day,
and a whole extra-extra scoop were obviously in order.
guys,
we can't just slink around all limp and losery, y'know?
no way.
check the finale-type teleport:

...because sprankles.
get on it.
*
so,
we took a short detour in the middle of each day,
to indulge in a treat?
yuuuuuuup.
that's the way we do things where i'm from.
making a point of making something sweet out of traveling from place to place.
an interlude of excellence,
covered in rainbow magic,
for me and mine to enjoy...
that's how it's supposed to be.
we know what's good,
and we also know there's no reason not to get the goods.
appreciation for small joys,
and gratitude for the time and the means to create those spans?
that's important,
and the people i'm providing it for are, too.
expert recognize expert, friends.
we cover ourselves in candy on cones,
and we do it together, whenever we can.
word;
never quiet, never soft.....