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.