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
Friday, April 16, 2010
Mneumonic
Bob's version of the following mnemonic: "Thirty days have September, April, June, and November. All the rest have thirty-one... but February... rides a bike and eats peanut butter." Just a friendly reminder to all of us to quit while we're ahead.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Diet
Last night, Bob looked at me and proclaimed, "I am going to eat healthier." With that, he took a handful of extra frozen fruit and poured it on top of his cereal mountain which he was preparing for the following morning. It took a little longer than I thought, but 30 minutes later, he proceeded to ask, "When would you like to go to CiCi's?" I buried my face in my hands and replied, "We aren't going to CiCi's again."
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Old Food
Today, I went in the fridge to find some mustard for my sandwich. I just happened to check the expiration date which said 9-12-1996. I informed Bob that his mustard dated back to Bill Clinton's first term in office, and he scoffed, "Oh, those expiration dates are big scams to get you to buy more food." Or to keep you alive.
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