Last night we all went to the Sushi House to celebrate my birthday. Five couples sitting around a half-sunken square table in a small room, eating raw fish (among other not-so-raw dishes), and laughing, a lot. And not only at MarkÃs presents; to Adam, a walking, nodding giraffe; for me, a flying boar. Yes, Diane loved the pun.
If boars could fly
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On the way to the restaurant from Hubbarston, Jan penned this poem:
A Summary of Michael
MikeÃs the best husband and dad
Diane and Matt have ever had.
HeÃs done many kinds of work,
but each of his bosses was a jerk.
He did respiratory therapy and helped people breathe,
but hospital rules always made him seethe.
HeÃs very creative at web design
an old BMW he tried to align.
He can build a deck or fix a wreck,
but camping and hiking are more to his liking!
While playing poker he likes to bluff,
at QueijoÃs pond he swims in the buff.
HeÃs always willing to help a friend,
you have something broken?
HeÃll try to mend.
HeÃs a sneaky refrigerator raider.
HeÃs small but has a mouth like a gator.
With his curly red hair and sparkle in his eyes,
youÃre never quite sure if heÃs telling you lies!
He likes to talk about feelings,
which leaves both Marks’ brains a reeling.
If we all look as young when weÃre 57,
Trust me Mike, weÃll be in heaven.
During dinner Adam assembled:
They ate ’til they could eat no more
Sushi, shumai, and gyoza galore
But the night was a drag
Until out of a bag
Came our savior — a hip, flying boar!
Mike and Dan both wore teal blue
Nice coincidence — but an eye-assault, too…..
And we made lots of noise
Over drinks and cool toys
Ten good friends, and one birthday fool!
SIL
How I wish I had been the one to give you the Flying Boar!!!!!
SIL Again
And how much fun could the sisters have with “View larger boar”!