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
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Showing posts with label diet. Show all posts
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."
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