antlers, answered.

hey, neighbors.

one more thing the woodsly realm has going for it
is the abundant presence of presents.
y'know,
treats.
and when it comes to treats, duders,
i'm ALL about 'em.
one of my clients brought me this righteous pair
of naturally-dropped moose antlers,
as a tip.
naturally-dropped means shed whilst alive-
not barbarian weiner-baby chopped off after getting killed.
i can hang out with that stuff way more,
even if it totally IS moose-murdering season.
i've got the humane mounts, b!tch-bags-
that's what's up.

nice rack, right?

i know.
the fun and funny stuffed dead heads thing is pretty cool.
i guess.
but the around-the-bend natural world of woodsly goodness
and it's native flora and fauna?
it's even flippin' better.
unstuffed stuffs!
word up.
and great big mutha-b!tchin' head spikes, kids.
i've got 'em.
real jauns count for more, y'heard?
***********
it's 6a.m., my ninjas.
and in just a little tiny bit,
we're headed down south.
i've got some not-so-little kids
who are expecting a big fun afternoon,
and i intend to make it memorable.
plus,
we're all already in agreement that some
no-joke emergency tofutti needs scoopling.
it'll be one for the memory banks, neighbors.
plus,
my super-rad wifey has made some truly
sparkle-magical plans for the little ladies.
that's that real life-type stepmom sh!t.
and if it's wicked,
it's in a new englandy way.
like, wicked pissah! an' that.
by this evening,
i'll be surrounded by girlie-girls who love me.
admittedly,
it's not exactly how i imagined that would be,
but still,
it's happening,
albeit on a technicality.
and as usual, that's what's poppin'.
i like it.
you like it.
i'm sure they like it.
it's pretty dang good.
i may not be psyched on connecticut,
or the hours of driving to get there,
but i'm sure-as-sh!t grateful for having the
time to doo-doo this family-type business.
spanning time,
spanning new england.
one more milemarker,
one more milestone;
never quiet, never soft.....