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
Monday, November 25, 2013
Baby Cheetahs
The family visited Bob's house today. While
there, my brother Drew notices a recently-framed picture on the mantle
amongst pictures of family members. As Drew picks it up, he laughs
hysterically, "Why do you have a Richmond Times-Dispatch newspaper
clipping of baby cheetahs framed on the mantle?" "I thought the cheetahs
were cute, so I went out and bought a frame for them." You just can't
make this stuff up. In fact, here it is: Cheetah Picture
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