emergency!

so,
what's worse than just plain ol' going to connecticut?
lots of things.
but, specifically, how about being sick,
with super-sinus suck-salad sh!ttiness,
and driving down with a whining battle-beast who just can't comprehend
just what in the eff a long car ride could possibly be for?!
yeah.
that's way worse.
...and if the traffic,
and the pounding skull-splitting tooth-aching pressure headache don't get you,
the distraction of a ripped-up dripping nose,
and the soundtrack of a sniveling dog certainly will.
of course.
and if you just so happen to reach a homestead where a whole other 'nother,
waaay smaller, waaaaay weirder dog lives,
and that dog can't hang out, at all, with yours?
so much shining dog noise din and clatter, to make matters worse.
that certainly seems like it'd be a recipe for success, no?
ha!
neighbors,
under the guise of a miniature vacation,
i shoved a seriously sucky spanking of road-warrior berserking right up my own A*!
ugh.
not only was it too short,
and too long, and not enough, and too much,
but that applies to all the incorrect proportions!
mmhmm.
the thing is-
visiting my family, and taking those duders out and about,
and being determined to eat well,
and often,
and in vast quantities,
seems like a sure-fire win for the warriors and the poets.
but,
damn me for a fool if the elements didn't conspire to cold-crush-to-dust
all the most well-intentioned facets of my trip,
and turn it into thirty-six hours of hard styles and biting winds,
coupled with impossibly busy kids,
incessantly loud animals,
oppressively hot houses,
incredibly long walks,
and inhumanly tough times.
yuuuuuuuup. don't worry, it was our first time traveling with the terrier,
and crabtree instinctively knew the correct way to insure battle-beastliness,
and pursuant to that point derailed all the positive vibes, almost instantly,
and while he rallied a tiny bit on the second day,
i deteriorated rapidly-
so while he got cooler as it got colder,
i got sicker, just in time to drive home again.
yuuuuuuuck.
it wasn't all bad, though-
i saw my peoples,
small and large,
young and old,
sick and well,
and we munched up a whole lotta treats.
that's for serious.
check the first-stop-type teleport:

emergency tofutti,
because rules is rules.
peanut buttery goodness, scooples and scooples of that stuff,
rolled in those electric-neon sprankles?
yeah!
that's how we get expert when we get to connecticut....
oh, and guys,
if you think we didn't hit it up again on the way back?
you must be new here.
teleport:

obviously,
we got molto fresh another 'nother time.
too much is the right amount, after all!
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but,
i mean,
what about breakfast, though?
well,
we hit up willoughby's coffee, and got a couple of cups of the extra-very special blend,
and we sipped up on that while we munched the mess out of soooo many vegan somethings
from the gemstone of the ghetto,
edge of the woods a.k.a. edge of the 'hood, a.k.a. edge of the weird-
teleport:

c'mon!
y'gotta FEED a cold, kids.
that's a thing.
four muffins, two pastries, one cookie, and a scone.
we doo-doo that shark-gluttonous goodness,
because we want all the hottness, all the time.
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and speaking of all that turbo hottness,
you KNOW me and my ampy-d were determined, nay, destined,
to dominate a decadent dispensation of spicy african blops.
yeah,
that's right.
i missed out on upping my 'za count,
and opted instead for some elite downtown thai,
since i'd already had pizza three times in the three days prior;
but,
there was no flippin' way i wasn't going to destroy that ethiopian magic
conjured against the i-against-i selassie-sultriness from the dark continent.
word the F* up, friends,
and check the teleport:

BLOPZZZ!
all the good stuff, all afternoon.
buffets mean overindulgence is assured,
since we are responsible for our own portion control,
and all sense of proportion is overblown
and underestimated and overruled in favor of MORE.
we're about that life,
and i'll not let a trip to connecticut get wrecked on account of culinary abstention.
i LOVE food,
and new haven has it in abundance.
there's no place like home,
and there's no place like home away from home,
and when family togetherness meets family ferociousness,
there's bound to be consequences.
i'm feeling them today,
as i sniffle and cough,
and i felt them last night,
when the high-forty-degree afternoon of connecticut met below-zero wind chills,
and the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress had eight hard inches
of solid roof-fallen ice compacted across the entryway,
which i chiseled off and salted-up.
the differences between here and there are stark,
and i was raving mad until the chills and a fever overtook my temper tantrum.
it's good to be back,
but it'll be better when i'm better-
this is What Is, and i'm pretty sure that'll have to do for today;
never quiet, never soft.....