BIRTHDAY BEAR TRADITION

I have 9 old, wrinkly friends, who are retired or semi-retired. Five of them all used to work together and the other four are husbands. They didn't want to lose touch when they retired so they decided to meet and have lunch or dinner when it was their birthdays. However, they got disenchanted with buying a present every time, and decided instead to give a Birthday Bear (thats me.) I get passed from one birthday person to the next each time they meet. The fun part is, that I get to be dressed differently each time, usually to reflect some aspect of the recipient's personality or life.
PS: Two of my wrinklies, Chris and Bob, have gone on a working holiday tour around Australia so they don't celebrate with us very often.

Monday, June 6, 2011

ONE OF MY OWN

It is Mary's birthday soon and it is Diane and Bill's turn to dress me.
 Wow! I wonder what Bill is making for me. He's sticking two cartons together.                          

I wonder what it is


More glue more paper
Diane is making it pretty.

Wow! My very own poker machine. How lucky am I? Diane has got me some lovely pink club clothes.
Yippee we're going to the club and I'll have my very own machine.

 Mary loves me. Mary loves me.

 I'll share it with Mary, I know she enjoys a game now and then. (Not like me I'm addicted don't tell anyone)

Mary and I are very happy because after lunch we can take the machine home and play to our hearts content. I haven't won much so far, just 5 cents.
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