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
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Sugarmomma
While watching TV, Bob and I see a commercial with Betty White. "Would you go on a date with her, Bob?" "Yeah," came the thought-out reply, "because she would spend all her money on me." "Use her for her money? She's your sugarmomma." I say. Bob thought on that for a little while, "You're living with me, so I'm your sugarmomma." I could scarcely react to this awkward statement, "First, you have NO idea what you're saying. Second, its sugardaddy." "Oh OK, I'm your sugardaddy." "Stop."
