Survival of The Thickest

Brandi went in and got her a summer hair cut today. Throughout the process, the stylist just couldn't stop repeating just how much hair Brandi had. This wasn't news. Just a reminder. Brandi has been blessed with a luscious, thick head of hair. As was Tim. When considering the whole Darwinian aspect of pregnancy it's easy to focus on the positives like height and ear lobe attachments. But tonight, just before dinner it occurred to us that hair could become a major issue. Tim actually has a ridge down his forearms that could give the Appalachians a run for their money. Surely we are mammals through and through. It really makes Tim's obsession with monkeys almost not too crazy. The only thing that makes things worse is that we live in Las Vegas, and it's getting hot. We've been molting.

Don't believe us? You're more than welcome to come vacuum. Anyway, the point is that it's finally occurred to us that we could very well be the facilitators of introducing the world to a very tall, hairy, and mysterious (you'd have to know our personalities) being. We both have a very clear picture of what such a creature might look like, but that could be a result of where we'll be next weekend. This could very well just be hyperbole, but just in case, we've been training with a prototype: