Megan had been gracefully carrying her condition and the future baby tax payer Parker beyond her due date with her ever-present characteristic perma-smile. [Hey NASA, we can put a mug of decaf coffee on the moon, but we can't accurately calibrate a woman's gestation period?] On September 19th, her hubby, Rob, who unfortunately deludes himself with the imagined moniker "Perry", was noticeably absent for a prolonged period, as was their silver rocket.
Later in the evening, around 10 pm, another fabulous guy named Joseph (aka 6-pack Joe to be exact-- wink, wink) was playing town crier and, leaning a little to the right, announcing that this little angel had arrived. And did he ever arrive in style!
On TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! http://www.yarr.org.uk/talk/

Welcome, Mr. Parker. Too bad you aren't registered to vote, but we love you like you are.
It is a joy seeing the glow you give your parents. It is a debate which emanates more: the love of you or the exhaustion from trying their nesting best to line this world with feathered cushions for your hallowed head.
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