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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
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 cousin Alphonse
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
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
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 Happinessâ„¢ (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
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The matador hit my laugh button HARD. That’s was just too ingenious.
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You know, Florida, I only had to bathe a kitteh once. The suggested method was to join kitteh in the bathtub. In a word – NO! I did follow the other recommendations by only turning on the water to a dribble and stroking kitteh with a wet hand all the while murmuring sweet nothings. Eventually we upped the water and added the soap. Guess what? Kitteh enjoyed her bath and I escaped being mauled.
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I’m just thankful that most cats are self-cleaning.
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All true! Our Erica kitteh is in the spring time throes of attempting to clear 5 acres of mice. Right now she’s sleeping the sleep of the totally exhausted.
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Sounds as if Erica could use some reinforcements. Does the local animal shelter rent out good mousers?
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Hahahahhahha!!! Thanks for the morning guffaw! 😀
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Ah, ha, ha. 😀 — Suzanne
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog.
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Thanks Chris. 🙂
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Thanks Rae. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks Michael. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Its good to be crazy Sometimes and commented:
LOL
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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most welcome
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