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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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bluebird of bitterness 
Hahaha. Made cranberry sauce last night. I used rum in mine cause I didn’t have any brandy. Also used brown sugar. And no water. Who has water just sitting around?
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Can I come to your house for Thanksgiving?
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We are going to Wisconsin. Really. I’m going to play this YTV for all of them. 😀
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I love this guy ! discovered by way of your blog a few months ago, thank you for that. A favorite video from him is The Midwestern Voice Translator and Bottle Opener, hilarious.
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He’s a hoot. I got to see him in person last year. 🙂
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ooooh lucky you !
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Still laughing so hard I m gonna choke on my lunch!!!!
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Eating and/or drinking while watching Charlie Berens is not recommended.
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Watch out for deer! LOL! We say that here, too. Great stuff, Bluebird.
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Oh my gosh! 😉
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That cranberry sauce seems better than Mom used to make. It’s got more brandy in it…
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Your mom made cranberry sauce? Mine bought the stuff that comes in a can.
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I understand the recipe is on the bag. It’s water, sugar, orange peel and cranberries. You simmer the berries until they all pop. That was Mom’s job on Thanksgiving and Christmas. She’d spend the whole day on the phone with her sisters, and each conversation wiuld end with “I’ll call you later, I have to make the cranberries.” Meanwhile, my stepfather would be in and out of the house, basting the turkey that he was cooking on the grill, making side dishes, running to the store a half dozen times to get ingredients… They’re both gone now and I miss them both…
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Nuthin’ like good Wisconsin cooking, I’d say.
As opposed to BAD Wisconsin cooking…
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