As you might have noticed, I love the name Bob. Bob was first officially started on a road trip six years ago. My sister Eva was trying to decide what to name the mini turquoise person she made. Then there it was! Bob!
Bob was just as random as one of those tiny clouds, on a day the weatherman predicts as clear. Then the Great Bob Plague began. It was Bob this, Bob that. Everything was Bob.
This is what my parents had to live with for about four years. Like when we had no explanation for something, the immediate answer was that Bob did it. Bob took the blame for some pretty crazy things. Something like turning the thermostat up or down, forgetting to flush the toilet, and especially, farting at very random times, is the kind of stuff Bob took the blame for.
Bob, to this day is an awesome name, I use it for almost everything. In fact I might just name my next cat Bob.