The passing of a best friend.
R.I.P. BOB (battery operated boyfriend)
If I had buried you rather than dumping you in the can (after removing your heart ie 2 double A's)
I would have eulogized you in this manner
BOB
Your arrival in the unmarked brown box the same day I returned home from the maternity ward having just spat out babe #2 is a day I will never forget
You were there without fail, tucked softly into the bedside table, you were my first BOB.
Sometimes it was just the two of us, sometimes the hubs. You never were jealous if you went untouched for months - You even enjoyed participating in our weekend get a ways.
I cried when after years of true companionship you... well lets face it broke.
I laughed when hubs suggested I send you in for repairs and then laughed harder when he suggested they may send a loaner while you were away. But at the end of the day you were beyond repair.
Ahh, the memories. But it is time you and I have moved on, and for the record ... it is not me, it is you.
And in light of your passing - I am moving on and investing in your cousin Big BOB!
Rest in Peace
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