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This entry was posted on Wednesday, May 23rd, 2018 at 9:41 am and is filed under circus of life. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
We always ask where the time went. We never ask where itโs coming from. โJames Lileks
My mind is like my internet browserโ19 tabs open, 3 of them are frozen, and I have no idea where the music is coming from.
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 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
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 Happinessโข (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitterโข, the beer they named for Bob
These are great, and kinda truthful too! My house was clean just last Friday, don’t know what the heck happened since then…..
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Entropy.
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I like that last one…cute!
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Ah, ha, ha. These are hilarious. ๐ — Suzanne
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Very funny.
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Reblogged this on Its good to be crazy Sometimes and commented:
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FAYE: A little extra bit of humor herewith: For, By, and From you ladies.
Dick
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[…] via My house was clean last week; sorry you missed it […]
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Thank you for the link. ๐
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My mom had a sign on the wall that read, “Women’s faults are many/men have but two…/Everything they say/and everything they do.” That’s what these remind me of. ^_^
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Oh, I love these…and I am sure my house was clean one day, a while ago!
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It was so long ago for me that I can hardly remember it…
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I already pictured my child demanding for gold ๐
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Kids can sure be mercenary. One time I took my daughter, then about ten years old, to do some errands, and she saw something she wanted to buy… but she had left her money at home, so I bought it for her on the understanding that when we got home, she would pay me back. But when the moment of truth came, she attempted to reimburse me only for the price of the item, minus the sales tax. When I said that she should reimburse me for the actual cost of the item to me, which included the sales tax, she frowned and said, “That’s taxation without representation.”
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Ha ha see… she is way ahead ๐
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I say, “We only moved in recently so things are still all over the place”, and yet I notice it’s about the one-year anniversary of us living here. Oops–I’ll find a new excuse!
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Three years ago the lower level of our house (where all our bedrooms are) was destroyed in a sewer backup, and everything had to be torn out — carpeting, drywall, insulation, baseboards, door frames, etc., etc. — and everything in the lower level that wasn’t destroyed in the flood had to be dragged upstairs and piled up in the living room, taken up to the attic, or hauled out to the garage. We were completely discombobulated for almost two years while we attempted to get the lower level rehabilitated and livable again. Now it’s been more than a year since I lost that excuse for the house being cluttered or disorganized, but I still resort to it all the time. I blame it on my PTSD caused by the sewer backup and the city’s failure to take responsibility for it. ๐
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That’s terrible. Our main line to the septic is still blocked, resulting in water in the carpeted hallway, and we had the plumber out for $420.00, then later have cleaned it out ourselves more, and are now using a lot of those bacteria-solution things to eat up the goo, and I am still not thrilled with it all. It is discouraging when things that people figured out long ago should be kept separate, like sewage and indoor living space, are not that way. Best wishes getting over your stresses about it, and wish us luck please so it all clears out. Interestingly, the plumber said that the #1 cause of that kind of backup is people using those baby/personal care wipes, even the ones that say they’re okay to flush, because they’re fabric and hence bad to flush. We don’t use them, but the people before us seem to have, since the plumber found some of them stuck in pipes that took a full year to dislodge even with big plumber machines trying to –we simply don’t waste water, and so that can make things slow moving in the system too. Oh well–
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In our case, the backup was entirely due to negligence on the part of the city, which failed to maintain the sewer system adequately — this despite the fact that we pay large quarterly fees for sewer and water, and very high property taxes (God only knows what they do with all that money). We actually had photographic proof of the city’s negligence, and in theory, we could have sued the city for damages; but as a practical matter, we had almost no chance of winning. The lawyer we engaged explained to us that state law is written in such a way as to make it pretty much impossible to win a case against the city, which is always assumed to have acted in good faith. Even the fact that after the debacle occurred, the city stepped in and did some major repair and maintenance on the system to prevent a recurrence could not be used as proof of negligence. Sigh…
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That’s terrible. Ours started when we had storms a few months back and the water company, which is one guy in Long island and two wells down the street from us which serve maybe 100 local houses, had no running water for about three weeks, due to lack of maintenance on their system–everyone other than the unfortunate 100 else had water, electricity, everything restored within a couple of days. That seemed to make a lot of trouble for our hot-water heating (we had no heat) and the plumbing. It’s too bad that those responsible for system don’t always do their best, for various reasons.
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No kidding. ๐ฆ
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If I haven’t learned by now not to drink coffee while reading your posts (or at least not wear a white shirt while doing so) I guess there is no hope by now. Spewing indeed!
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thanks for the laughs )
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That last one wins the Jackpot! Love it ๐
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Reblogged this on Viv Drewa – The Owl Lady.
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Thank you for reblogging. ๐
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Haha. These are priceless.
and my house was clean, once, some time ago.
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I have vague memories of a clean house…
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I actually removed dust yesterday, but it’s back today, so why bother?
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I’ve learned to consider dust as part of the dรฉcor.
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