hard hearts.

they're so hard,
these hearts of mine.
yup.
heartS...plural.
they're hard,
and they're sweet.
...and crunchy,
and buttery,
and that's great news.
seriously.
my own little magical sugary heart attack.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is FULL of warm oveny hottness,
and that's what's up.
today is the day-
valentine's day.
and i've got shortbread sugar cookies to celebrate with.
check the lovely-lovey-dovey-type teleport:

mmmmmhmmmmmm.
neighbors,
c'mon.
there're red and pink candy crushed crankles up in 'em.
that's how you know they're not F*ing around.
crawnchy candy crank'zzz make it all a little more expert.
believe it.
that's incongruously-colored lemon icing on top,
with color-coordinated site-specific holiday-appropriate sprankles, too.
yuuuuup.
if you aren't about it,
you might very well be a total A*-hole.
that's a thing.
sugar cookies, in short-order, shortbread-style,
in a couple of different shapes, and a couple of different finishes,
because just one way isn't nearly enough is it?
nope!
too much is the right amount.
especially today.
overdoing it means you care.
at least,
that's the way i do it, anyway.
ha.
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another 'nother abominable winter weather ruiner is in the works.
uh-huh.
MORE snow.
at this rate,
unpredictability will become expected.
oxymoronic?
absolutely.
snow day chaos is underway, again,
and as usual,
anything can happen.
i hope whatever it is that goes down this weekened,
it's in the valentine spirit of smooches and grabs an' that.
y'know?
i'm sayin',
there's chocolates around here somewhere.
and flowers, too.
they're purple, but they'll do in a pinch, kids.
a savage raging severe snowstorm shut-in shutdown,
and the woodsly goodness on barbaric blizzard blockade business?
yeah!!!
-
dear vacationers,
            your SUVs are literally made for this,
         but thank you for being too afraid to trek around town regardless.
         your weak sauce is appreciated as i navigate the vacant thoroughfares
         of this fine mountain vale i call home.
                                                           xoxo,
                                                             your pal,
                                                                   albie.
p.s.
thank ma nature for revealing the intrinsic cowardice
of your false sense of vehicular security.
nature wins, again.
-
uh-huh.
there's a new blast of winter wreckage every weekend,
and i've gotta tell you,
i don't hate it.
i DO hate the plow guy who sucks balls at activating
a two-car breadth in my driveway-
but i suppose,
since i only have one car, he probably thinks he's doing it right.
it's not good enough.
then again, nothing ever is.
hard to please,
harder to come by,
and hard-hearted, albeit covered in icing.
that's the day,
today.
it's all really happening,
and furthermore,
anything might.
that's the nature of this valentine victory.
one way or the other,
somebody is gonna win;
never quiet, never soft.....