Flory

She, Matt and I met only two and a half years ago.
He, Matt met in 1995.

She doesn't have many words to share.
He is funny as hell.

She doesn't say thank you.
He has great manners (other than nose picking and scratching).

She runs away at the smallest opportunity for adventure.
He travels all over the place and invites us to join him.

She plays boring games that require no thinking.
He challenges the best at Euchre and Settlers.

Yet...two years ago when he came to visit, he didn't make it onto the blog - instead there was a headline article about her.

He had every right to be upset that he didn't feature here, on this page.
And now he does.

So, here's my dedication to Flory.
Flory:

You are the Jack of spades, when spades is trump.

You are the ore, when it's an eight, and it's surrounded by three cities and an eight is rolled.

You are the last tile pulled in Bananagrams, and it's an "s," and you can just stick it onto the end of a word.

You are a 90 yard run for a touchdown at Michigan stadium.

You.

You are Jenkins.