one week away.

neighbors,
it's sunday,
and in a week,
on sunday,
it'll be the first of the month.
.......yup.
and i hope you know what that means?
wait,
you DO know what that means, don'tcha??
it's what happens whenever the first day of the month
falls on the topmost lefthand square of the calendar,
what?
rabbit rabbiting?
yes.
obvi, that happens.
but,
there's something else.
something bigger.
something better.
something MORE.
remember?
jeez, guys, i feel like i don't even know you right now-
the first eight days of every single month that starts on a sunday can ONLY be one thing:
the best celebration;
the biggest big action;
the fieriest furious activation;
the between-breadsliest boomfire for our pure being and infinite nature;
and i think you finally have an idea of what i'm speaking on-
that's riiiiiiiiiiiiight.
next week is

sandwich week.
yup.
eight days of sandwiches all the time.
rules is rules.
and that's no joke.
you know i don't play around when it comes to sandwich week.
no way.
i'm not about to get all punk-lipped and weak-sauce chumplestiltskin'd
about something as expert as a festival of sandwich hottness for my face.
the loud fresh hardness of creating eight banging dinner 'guinis,
and making sure my mornings begin with bagels sliced and stuffed with stuff,
or whatever else is handy and demanding of a dose of toasted dopeness....
what i mean is-
i hope you guys are down to get busy with it, too.
we look forward to the semi-randomized occurrence of the thing,
as it's clearly stated that it's ANY month that starts on a sunday.
and if you recall,
that meant last year had three sandwich weeks!!
this year,
i believe it's just the one,
so it's gotta go straight out,
and straightaways up to eleven,
and then stay there the whole time.
eight breakfasts,
eight dinners,
any lunches, although i don't normally do that,
every treat,
every day,
for a solid sunday-to-sunday fair-style week of expertism.
you think you've got what it takes to tune up eight unique
and individual bread-on-both-sides jauns?
oh. and another 'nother thing...
i've said it before,
but it's worth repeating-
wraps aren't sandwiches.
they're incredibly sh!tty burritos.
get on my level, duders.
*
you've got a whole week to get a game plan together.
i've got a whole week to incubate all my own ideas.
this time around i want bbq,
and i want something with coconut,
and i want pickles of every sort,
and there should be frying,
and baking,
and no phoning it in with store-bought cold-cut-style beige circles.
let's bring the noise,
and ring the bells,
and make the food that makes the music
that makes the whole block start rockin'.
y'feel me?
it's our holiday,
and sure,
it's a lot of sandwiches,
but it's not the SAME sandwiches.
MORE, and different, and better,
and all of it is about to jump off on MAYDAY.
it's bound to be a big one, and a good one, and a really real one;
never quiet, never soft.....