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
Showing posts with label cereal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cereal. Show all posts
Friday, January 7, 2011
Lazy
I enter the house to find Bob sitting in his recliner watching TV. As I take a seat on the couch, he tells me, "While I was sitting here earlier, I spilled half a bowl of cereal in my lap and down my leg, bran flakes, milk, and all." "That stinks. Did you wash yourself off?" "Well, I ate the bran flakes and I'm dry now, so..." He shrugs.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Corn Spider
When Bob was making his cereal last night, he noticed a stray corn flake lying on the stove. He picked it up and was about to put it in his mouth when he stopped to examine it a little closer. It was then that he realized that it was not a corn flake at all. It was a dead spider. He told me all of this earlier this morning with another warning not relay the story to the Facebook community. "Bob, I have to."
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Cereal
Every morning without fail, Bob has cereal. He uses the same bowl and spoon every day. The spoon is the size of a child's sandbox shovel and has been worn down to a metallic brown. The bowl is olive green and the size of a World War II army helmet. His cereal consists of powdered milk, bran, granola, freeze dried strawberries, raisins, and almonds (filled up to the brim). It takes about 40 minutes for him consume.
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