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bluebird of bitterness
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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 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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Haha. But it’ll soon be 2021. No guarantees it’ll be any better, though. Covid ‘s still around.
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I’m guessing that as soon as Covid stops being a threat, some other bug will come along and we’ll start all over again.
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Haha! But what’s wrong with cream of lutefisk?…
…said no one ever
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My mother-in-law (born in the U.S.A. to Swedish immigrants) loved lutefisk. If cream of lutefisk baby food had been around in the 1940s, she might have fed it to her babies. 🙂
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This reminds me of how my Jamaican-born friend’s two small children would BEG for the salted codfish concoction known as “Skabeech.”
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Well, if I ever see it somewhere I’m gonna try it. Couldn’t hurt, right? I like fish 🙂
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Fish is one thing. Fish that’s been soaked in drain opener is another.
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Oh damn, is that what it tastes like? Maybe I’ll stick to haddock 🙂
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Good plan. 🙂
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OMG; that first one! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!
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Ah, ha, ha. I think we can forgive ourselves. Who could have foreseen something like this year. No one would do it willingly. —- Suzanne
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