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These are the last four I’ll torture Michelle with today. Have a great birthday, Mihell.

Several sheets to the wind at St. James Infirmary in Mountain View.

Dancing lessons for St. Patrick’s Day.

Michelle is nearly famous for her fear of spiders. She even participated in a study at Stanford to help her overcome her arachnophobia.

Keith, Michelle and me at yet another party.

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For some reason, most of Michelle’s photos struck me as funny, not so much mean as just goofy. And here are some more of them that fit that description.

In Michelle’s then new VW Rabbit convertible.

Michelle as a celery rabbit.

Hamming it up at a Smith house party.

At a retirement … er, birthday party that Pat and Christi threw me. That’s another shot of something ugly in my hand. It’s no wonder I spent much of the latter part of this party blowing chunks. But I had a great time up until that point.

After our weeked trip to Lost Wages and seeing the pathetic gamblers feeding slot machines like crazed zombies, this one made a lot of sense.

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These don’t have much of a theme, except that I thought they were funny.

With Keith at the Sarcasm Central Christmas Party in 1993.

With her pet lizard at Candlestick.

Smokin’ with me and Joleen.

Showing her winning smile at another birthday party.

Another great friend’s birthday is today. I’ve known Michelle not quite as long as everybody else, and we got to know one another well at Sarcasm Central, where she was one of four of us that rented a big house together for a year. She was, along with Karen and another friend, Chantal, one of three women who I had as groomspeople at my wedding. Michelle has a heart of gold, just don’t ask her to tell you a joke. Happy birthday Michelle.

Showing off one of her Pisces cakes.

Michelle and Christi.

With Christi and Kristine in the pool at Sarcasm Central.

My favorite photo of Michelle and me, tailgating at a Giants game at the ‘Stick.