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This entry was posted on Monday, January 9th, 2023 at 12:55 pm and is filed under circus of life. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
This entry was posted on Monday, January 9th, 2023 at 12:55 pm and is filed under circus of life. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
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 Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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Reblogged this on wordrefiner.
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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I hate snow. Especially when I’m in it. So glad I don’t live in some state out west like Wyoming or Wisconsin, ya know, Blue?
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I’ve lived in Wisconsin for 45 years now and I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. But I’m aware that your opinion reflects the majority view on the subject. 🙂
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It’s so important to love your job and where you live. If you have those two things in your life, you’ve got more than most. 💙
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Amen, sister. ♥️
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Can I get an “Alleluia, Lord Jesus?!” 💫
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I love these. I would have loved a full service dog park when I was shoveling the tunnels for my dog many years ago. Now I’m in a senior apt building and someone else shovels the snow. But I love it. The guys throwing the snow on each other’s roofs was a hoot.
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Humor is best served cold – I love these. When I was little, I would have even tried a dog dish to slide down a hill in the winter. Also, I wanted to mention I enjoyed seeing the b.o.b. bluebird with a yuletide look over the holidays. Made me smile every time I stopped by!
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Thanks! My blogging buddy Lady Quixote made the holiday version of b.o.b. for me many years ago, and I’ve used it through advent and Christmas ever since.
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It is perfect! Kudos to Lady Q!
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