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Thanks Michael. 🙂
Lol, but sadly most time the real life too. Thanks for sharing the fun, BoB! Enjoy a nice rest of the weekend! We will restart soon. 🙂 xx Michael
Today is the perfect day to wear my new shirt that says:
I Just Keep Getting Better! 😉
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Wow! You musta started REAL young! 🙂
She certainly did. 🙂
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Thanks Mark. 🙂
“He’s too dead”?? That took a dark turn at the end.
And I was already kind-of sad. My mom died last year, the last of our kids’ grandparents. Milady and I have two young grand-kids, but our son and his wife have deemed us unworthy to get to see, talk to, or be with them since Mom’s funeral.
Sorry for dragging down the comments. Let me re-try. Gramma faking shopping gave us a chuckle.
My Dad’s dad was a true family patriarch, pillar of the community, generous employer, and a man of wisdom. Died in ’64, so I didn’t get to know him as an adult. His reputation still looms large. I was honored to be named after him, and he has been a bright leading light in my life.
Grandparents Day- my favorite!😎
Thanks for sharing ❤️
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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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