POST NUMBER 499!

Who would have thunked it? This is post #499. If you've wondered What About Bob? then all you need to know about Bob and then some is contained in the nearly 500 entries on this blog.

I am complicated. I am sometimes stupid. I am often off base on my thinking. Always immature (Mom's never ending advice: "BOB, GROW UP!" still rings in my ears and I'll be damned if I'll ever grown up.). Compassionate to a fault.

You may have noticed that this blog is all about Bob and more. Few people know me. The real me is all illusive and I like it that way. I don't let just anyone into my buttondown mind. But back up and read some of the 500 posts and you will get the idea of who Bob is.

'Nuff said. This is Flirt's first night at daughter Dawn's home. Grace and Dawn made a birthday cake for Flirt for the first night in her new home also marked Flirt's fourth birthday.

I was in Big Valley. Once again I missed out on the fun.

I bought Flirt for Dawn. Compassionate to a fault, that's me. Why? Dawn loved my Jill like no one could have loved a dog. Dawn was there to the Jill's last moments, comforting her, praying, talking . . . being Jill's best friend. And Jill loved Dawn as much as she loved the wife and I.

When we lost our Jill it was natural to think about a dog for Dawn. Dawn's not had a dog since she was a wee lassie. Without going into details of why I shelled out a king's ransom for Flirt, the timing was right, the dog was right and I had some bucks that I didn't know what to do with it. Buying Flirt for Dawn was one of the better decisions that I've made in my life. There's no doubt that these two will be pals forever.

And then there's Valentine's Day in kindergarten. . . . yet another grandchild activity that I missed because of my employment in Big Valley. Nuts. Well, there's always first grade. I'll be home by then.

Here's Grace waiting for her bevy of cards from all of her buds in the classroom.



And Grace has these Marilyn Monroe moments when she's around all of the boys who are crazy for her. The little guy in the red shirt is convinced he's going to marry Grace.

I told Gracie that this kid has small hands and to forget a marriage to anyone with small hands and small feet.

Yes, mother, I'll grow up someday but not too very soon.

Happy President's Day.