One special person

Paul.

What can I say about Paul?

He is married to my dear friend Carol,

another friendship that jumped from co-worker to friend.

 

Paul and Carol married.

The Runner and I married.

 

We decided to meet for dinner.

Our husbands had never met and we were both a little apprehensive.

 

It was like a first date - uncomfortable, of course.

Words were carefully chosen and table manners were impeccable.

 

By the second date, it was like they had known each other for years.

Word were no longer carefully chosen

but table manners were still impeccable.

 

Along the way, don't ask me how this happened, but it did.

Paul confessed that he had a rubber chicken.

 

Next thing we knew, Paul gifted The Runner with his own chicken.

Oh, the fun we had with those.

 

They even started the "RCS"

aka the Rubber Chicken Society.

One was Chairman of the Board and one was the President.

With letterhead!!!

 

Worst part?

They even had shirts made.

And they wore them out in public!!!!!

I'll never forget the look on the face of the very young waitress

when she asked "who are the RCS?"

She thought it was a rock band!

Can you just hear the laughter at our table?

 

 So, in honor of all of that, here's Paul's card.

Happy day, to our friend.