Bob is my 80 year old grandfather, but I call him Bob instead of grandfather. Always have. I moved from my parent's house in January 2010 to Bob's house. Bob is eccentric, even as far as old men go. I always appreciated it, but I was never quite exposed to it this much. Now, I want everyone to know about my experiences. You may laugh, but I shake my head. All of these short stories are true. They are not fabricated or exaggerated. They are Bob at his finest. If 'finest' is the right word
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Alarm Clock
When Bob sets his alarm for the next morning, it ends up going off at 11 PM, not AM. Every night. He is downstairs watching TV right now and can't hear it. I am in bed and can hear it loud and clear. Right now, I can't muster the energy to get out of bed and turn it off. At least it is blaring Aerosmith.
