Riding Forever Beneath The Streets of Boston

Already another Valentines Day! M made a couple of pretty stiff ole mother flipper floppers and we were already spinning those Kingston boys and singing along watching it snow, already dry and toasty in our slippers. M uses blackberry ice cubes, puts a couple wheel barrows of blackberries through my tomato machinery and freezes 'em in ice cube trays. Sheer genius. Well we'd already decided on another round and as she leaves the room she says, "Treat, I've already picked up an Italian bread maker as my Valentine so you don't have to get me anything." Good lord...Adrenaline spike! I mean making bread is already hard work, getting up early and all, and we already have a spare bedroom, but just why would I want a bread maker dude around the house? Whoa Valentine! So I'm already out of my chair when she starts hollaring from the kitchen, "Treat! Treat! Treat! The grey goose is gone!!" So I quickly figure that local fox is already on the town-o and hustle to the mudroom, where my carhartts and boots and snowshoes are already already and high hoof it down to the barn. Well everything there seems okay and I try for a beak and bill count but there's already so much bobbing and weaving I just get dizzy and head back figuring my next flipper flopper ought to be already already. Nope, why I get back and M was already waiting for me at the door with my headlamp and she says, "Treat, you already forgot your drill." Hell with the bread maker dude and my ole grey goose will just have to fend for himself, boys, it's time to tap and I'm already.