Fox Fears and Other Matters

Woo-hoo! Image-loader! Alright, the shirts. Woot.com sells a shirt-of-the-day, and when they get too many extra, they have a "random shirt" day--you pay them $6.99, and they send you a random shirt. So a couple weeks ago, Daniel and i were checking woot.com, and lo-and-behold! Random Shirt Day! We went for it. First time ever, for me. Waited impatiently and finally on Tuesday they arrived! we opened the package together, and my first reaction was, "oh my goodness what the heck is that?!" because my shirt, as seen in the picture, is a portrait of Admiral Ackbar (sp?) from The Last Starfighter...a movie i still haven't seen, although now at least i have heard about it. You can't tell from the picture, but he has his fingers caught in a Chinese Finger Trap, which has something to do with a line of his from the movie in which he frantically yells, "It's a trap!" That's all i know. :) but his ugly little face quickly grew on me and i am proud to wear him. The Really incredible part was part 2, Daniel's shirt. Which is a caustic pizza/chef growling, "do you want a piece of this?" Why so great? Because Tuesday happens to be...$5.00 pizza night at Joe Momma's! And we opened the package right before leaving, under agreement that we would wear whatever they'd delivered. so, a pizza shirt just in time for pizza night, how crazy is that?! :) and an adorable, confusable alien.
Today's poem is about a Fox with a million phobias that threaten to utterly cripple him and turn him into a recluse. my biggest fears are highways and being awkward in conversation (which inevitably leads to greater awkwardness) :) sometimes, it'd be easier not to leave the house...but thank goodness for city streets and 40 mph. :) His name is Fozzle. Here he is:

Tripping over tricky rocks,
Or muddying some brand-new socks
Were two fears that kept Fozzle Fox
Holed-up within his lair.

"A bit of sunlight might be nice,
But what if I run into...mice?!
Or catch a batch of fleas or lice?
Go out? I'd never dare!"

But Spring was in the laughing breeze
That tickled all the dancing trees.
He thought of birds, remembered bees,
And Fozzle Fox grew sad.

"What if what I fear up there,
Like mud and moss and matted hair,
Or being bullied by a bear
Is really not so bad?"

He fretted over this for days--
His heart said "aye", his mind said "nay!"
But suddenly, he could not stay
Inside a second more.

And so, he packed an extra pair
Of socks, and brushes for his hair,
Repellent 'gainst both bugs and bears--

And Fozzle faced his door....