“Bob” December 27, 2007
Posted by carpebanana in : Ramblings , trackbackToday we had lunch with a group of friends we haven’t seen in awhile. One of them has been blogged about here before but just recently found out I blog. He cracked me and Miss Language up by asking if we have ever blogged about him. So, yes, we have, and now he gets (most of) a whole entry of his own.
Here is the link to a previous “Bob” post telling about his feelings about the cold months of winter. Miss Language & I are pretty sure one of us also blogged about an expression in common usage in our home, the phrase “Bob (your) socks,” but we can’t find it on a search of the blogs. The backstory here is that we knew Bob in his bachelor days. And he was not really what you could call a morning person. He complained about hating starting each morning with wet socks from stepping in puddles on the bathroom floor. It wasn’t till we stayed at his apartment and showered in the morning that we learned why this was such a thorn in his flesh ~ it seems he did not have the knack of tucking the shower curtain INSIDE the shower to keep the floor dry. Bob told us today that is no longer a problem, despite Mrs Bob saying he still does that. She pointed out that he now wears slippers in the bathroom. Hope we have not sown marital discord, but now you know what to call it when there is a small spill in the kitchen which no one cleans up till you come through in your socky feet. Bobbing your socks. 
We had a great day together with, uh, old friends, not of course that we are getting old but friends from, uh, long ago. But then we got home and realized that Mr Music does not get out enough. He told me he had a present for me and set it on the kitchen counter, here is the photo.
If you hear of a young man wanted for taking a restaurant’s jelly supply, well, I never thought to tell him it is not OK to fill your pockets and bring it home.
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It was great spending the afternoon with Banana’s Bunch…though I think I may invest in Smucker’s, seeing as how those little packets are now fair game for home use. Have to wonder, though, where this “Bob”’s life took a wrong turn if the only bloggable things he’s done is point out the correlation between the lengths of the names of the months and the severity of the weather, and how numerous socks have been dampened after one of his showers…Maybe if he gets one of those showers with sliding glass doors that lock firmly into place he can move on and have a productive life…or if not, at least he’ll have dry socks in the morning, which counts for something.