When you want to play, but your friend says he has too much work to do.
When you want to play, but your friend says he has too much work to do.
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Certainly there are lots of things in life that money won’t buy, but have you ever tried to buy them without money?
—Ogden Nash
Employment applications always ask whom to call in case of an emergency. I always say ‘an ambulance.’
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 Happinessâ„¢ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
My dog would have used that gopher as a fetch ball.
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my husband when he takes an unexpected day off work and I need to cook, clean and pay bills.
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😀 😀 😀
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Amazing exchange between the species!
WordPress is being finicky about commenting and “liking” others’ comments. It won’t let me Like the comment above by The Tuesday Prude but I wanted to say how much I enjoyed it 😀
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WP can be persnickety. They sign me out of my own account on a regular basis, forcing me to sign back in, and they often disappear the “reblog” button or withdraw permission to “like” things. Wish I knew how to fix it.
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If it’s any comfort, Blogger has been causing a lot of commenting issues too 🙂
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I’ve heard that from other bloggers too. I guess we have lots of company. 🙂
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That’s the cutest and funniest thing I’ve seen between a dog and anything else! Loved watching it.
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