THE BLUEBIRD OF BITTERNESS
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
Bob's brother Otto
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's sister-in-law Sybil
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Bob's nephew Virgil, who loves sports
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's nephew Baxter
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness⢠(no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitterâ˘, the beer they named for Bob
I could really use one of those Afrylic(TM) wigs. Also, weren’t you a model for that Clairol Herbal Essence ad, Blue? That looks really familiar…
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That blue-eyed blond chick? Not hardly. I look more like the gray-haired cat lady in the ad directly beneath the herbal essence ad.
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That reminds me of a funny story. One day when my goddaughter was a little girl, her mother told her she needed to wash her hair. My goddaughter dutifully went off and washed her hair. After she was done, she told her mother that she had used “the hairball shampoo.” Her mother had no idea what she was talking about. My goddaughter repeated that she had used the hairball shampoo. Her mother asked her what in the world she was talking about, and my goddaughter said, “You know — the hairball shampoo.” Her mother finally figured out that she was talking about the herbal shampoo.
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Hahahahahah! That’s a very funny story! That reminds me, we just found out today that our daughter’s new baby in the oven is going to be a boy. So, we’ll have a tinier, less-good-looking version of your grandson! Can’t wait to see him in May. How’s your little guy doing, BTW?
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He’s wonderful. He is an amazingly good-natured little boy, and has been almost from the get-go. This makes life a lot easier for me, since I take care of him two days a week while his mom is at work — something I wouldn’t be too keen on doing if he weren’t such a sweet little guy. We have a lot of fun together. đ
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Excellent! So glad to hear you have such quality time with him. Connie visits Charlotte as much as she can, but they’re in Michigan, so she has to get by with daily Skype sessions and phone calls. đ
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I didn’t mean now, really. I meant the age you were during that actual period of time in the 1970s. When you had that long brown, wrap-around hair? It was very similar to that graphic, I think. I’m referring to an old snapshot you sent to us a few years ago from the donut shop days.
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Well, if you change the eyes and hair to brown, and add a massive dose of natural curl to the hair, then yes, there is some resemblance between that girl and the 1970s me. đ
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Reblogged this on Random Ramblings; Myriad Musings and commented:
LOL – ah, vintage ads…they’re priceless!
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Thank you for the re-blog. đ
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