You know what I'm having for breakfast? It's really good. Really good.
Ready? Are you ready? Sit down. Get comfy.
I've got coffee, too.
I'm having pie. That's right; pie. Strawberry cream cheese pie.
Not only Should it be good?
It IS.
It was the last thing I had before I went to bed last night, too. yah! And I'm not sure how clean my feet were, when I got in bed!! It was a "you're not getting in bed with those feet" day. Kind of day.
Guess who made it. This wunderpie. That's right. That four star Michelin momma MJ.
Right now, I am eating The Best Pie In Existence In Oregon. It won't be Reigning too much longer, at this rate. No; it is dying. Of Consumption. I am not heeding its screams. My ears are closed up.
The strawberries are fresh and local, possibly Hoods, from the hood. Steeping in Kirschwasser. It's pretty steep. Tart. Steep tart. Steeple.
It's a fresh ginger, cream cheese-strawberry pie. With Kirschwasser. Homemead crust, o'course. Crunchy. Got almonds. Mmmmm.
Oooh.
I think I SATED myself.
That hardly EVER happens.
Getting what you want to eat, when you want it, is probably the Best Thing about adulthood. Speaking of hoods.
[Well, that and being able to buy all the liquor you need, to get drunk. Of course.]
Uhm, yah. Adult. Yippee! Now I can act like a kid, like the kid I always wanted to BE! But always some goddam mother-effing adult told me I couldn't. What is UP with that?
But mostly people aren't that kid, by the time they get "Old Enough" to BE him and enjoy it. Unconstrained. I still do ride my bike down Danger Hill with my beer hat on, though. Fooosh. Tsssss. Crumpet.
See "adult", is a word formed of Ad and ult. The ult, is the ultimate ~ it's the farthest you can go up, in rank.
The AD means "it's time."
It's time to start being an adult!
Holy shit!
YIPPEE!!!
Here's your pie.
That's RIGHT;
TWO PIECES IN A ROW.
!!!
TRY and STOP me, Grampaw. |
