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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 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 Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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“Teenagers are not human”
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Present company excluded, of course.
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Yes.
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When my daughter was born, a 12-pound baby was in the nursery. He looked gigantic next to the other babies. I can’t imagine a 22 pounder.
Love,
Janie
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When my son was born (35 years ago), he was two feet long and weighed 10 pounds, and he dwarfed all the other babies in the nursery. Back in those days, the sweet old ladies in the hospital auxiliary used to knit little caps for all of the newborn babies. They all used the same pattern, but because knitters vary in their knitting tension, the caps ended up being all different sizes. Even so, there wasn’t a single one in their collection that would fit on my son’s 16-inch head.
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Now, that’s righteous. I think all boys go thru that alpha male time when Dad is the enemy. then, as the years pass realize he’s not a monster but a friend. Except, of course, for the time he cursed us. “May you children be just like you.”
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