Look, we'll level with you. This hasn't been easy. I've had to gain a LOT of weight to keep up appearances, and my shipmate Vaughn hasn't been a slouch either. So you better understand, we're doing this for you.. You demanded more, and so here we are in our full glory. Hope you can appreciate what we go through to get you this kind of bleeding edge documentation.
Speaking of bleeding edges, those who have been keeping track (you know who you are, loyal readers!) will know that a second month has passed since we last wrote a full entry. It's true. We've been integrated into the family tribe for yet another month. What have we learned??
THE WORLD IS DANGEROUS! How dangerous you ask? Well so dangerous that the parents felt it prudent to hire a bodyguard a couple days a week for what seem to be the most dangerous hours of the those days. Everyone knows Mondays and Fridays are dangerous, right? Our parents say its so that they can "get things done" or "sleep", but we know the truth. We know how lazy these savages really are, and how easy it might be for them to leave the door open and have us consumed by wild animals, or possibly get so hungry that they accidentally eat us. Believe you me, with these cheeks, I know that Dad is eyeing me with more than affection in his mind. I know he's thinking how delicious I mig-but I digress.
The parents have hired a bodyguard named Sonda. Shes a friendly sort, who we estimate to be about 14 feet tall. At least as tall as Dad. she is very energetic and utters quaint colloquiallisms such as "y'all", "woohooo", and "Gators rule!" She refers to us as the "peanuts" which we figure is because like the wonderful shelled dicotyledon, twins often seem to be close to one another. Vaughn assures me it is not because she (like Dad) thinks we are delicious. He says that he has hypnotized her with his stunning good looks, and I am inclined to believe him. After all, he's gotten her to change his diaper on more than one occasion.
The other sign that the world is dangerous is that we made another visit to the Doctor. Once again, we were tricked into a false sense of security (Vaughn going so far as to show off his newly developed neck muscles) and we got the double whammy. A vaccination on each leg! The past is apparently riddled with diseases. We surmise that the full body latex suits really don't catch on until Prince Regent Obama the third comes into power... 
What? Why are you looking at me like that Vaughn? Ohhh. Um. disregard the last sentence please. Here look at these pictures!
whew. That was close!
2 comments:
I can't believe how big they've gotten!! They look different each time you put new pictures up! Getting more handsome every day...
They've grown so much!!! Awww, handsome guys.
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