Haiku!
Gesundheit!
Forget the sneeze. It’s a red herring.
Focus on my mouth.
Saki shots whiz across the table.
The chef fires the salvo from the other side.
Then, everybody starts to count.
I made it to 27…
Before my throat burned and my mouth locked down.
Saki blocked, with no place to go. It bled across my blouse.
You see, I killed it, or rather, it killed me.
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| Cut! |
I swear I’m not gargling.
My son attacked the rice wine with gusto.
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| Banzai! |
Captured by my husband on digital file,
a birthday romp through Hibachi land.
a birthday romp through Hibachi land.
My son now 22. Another year older, pushes me over the top.
I never got a shot of hubby getting a shot.
Because I don’t have an iPhone with a built in flash.
Sick!
My phone just makes calls.
Disclaimer: If I can take a picture on my phone, would that be a lie or creative license? Still, I don’t have a fancy phone with a strobe light or a cappuccino machine.
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