As much as preganancy and the prospect of raising a child are affecting our lives, already we see that the world is shaping sweet t-rex. Mostly this is due to the generosity and encouragement in many forms by many good people we know and love.
Case in point: here below is an original poetic exposition, written by the inimitable poet and my sometime college compatriot, Britton Shurley.
I was so captivated and touched that I publish it (though not quite in it's entirity as this is a "family" blog, and Britton sometimes likes to use the F-word--though always in the most legitimately poetic sense...).
And to Britton, as ever, we're truly inspired.
Bracing for impact
Modern scientists generally concede there are only three ways to effectively brace for impact when a baby t-rex has been grasped by Earth's gravitational pull. The first, and perhaps most agreed upon action is that of eating gallons of ice cream while watching Bruce Lee films with the sound completely dimmed. This allows viewers to experience both a euphoric spike in blood sugar and utter completely ridiculous lines of dialougue while watching grown men kick each other in the ribs. Imagine Chuck Norris, surrounded by Roman architecture, as he takes a roundhouse to the gut, exclaiming "You kick like a girl-scout Lee. Now bring me back some [expletive deleted] Thin Mints." The second, and most controversial theory, involves putt-putt courses, men swallowing golf balls, and brownies mixed with horse laxatives. Whereas, the final course of action was actually patented as under international, intellectual property laws in the summer of 1997 by a roadie for the late, great recording artists Johnny Cash, this theory cites that the father of baby t-rex should listen to nothing but old gospel hymns for a month, while the mother listens to "The Pogues." This theory has been tested on over 7 baby t-rexes and they have all grown up to save the world. We are merely waiting to learn their names.
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