Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Bobby's Most Embarrassing Moment (that he doesn't even remember)

Last Thanksgiving while we were all hanging out at Wes and Jen's, Bobby's sister told this story about Bobby that must qualify as his most embarrassing moment. She had us all rolling as she was telling the story- she's great at telling stories- and ever since then I've wanted to ask her to write it down for me so I could post it on my blog. This story is so hilarious!! Oh and by the way, he doesn't even remember this ever happening.

Here's a picture I found in one of Bobby's albums of him and his sister. The pics at the bottom of this post are some that Molly posted on our family blog today. There are a lot of cute stories about these two from their early years. They made quite a pair.


So, thanks to Molly for taking the time to write out the following. I'm so glad you told me this story!

maybe it's because we have a hint of crazy, but bobby and i have always thought it was funny to scare people. and since we were the last ones left at home, our target was often mom. it was a common occurrence to run for the nearest hiding spot when we heard the garage door open, or keys jingling in the front door. because we knew we had her. and we knew she would scream and then gasp, with eyes closed, as she clutched her chest. and we would be laughing as we ran away, or snuck in for an apologetic hug. and always she would call our names with a touch of disgust mixed in with her laughter. and we were teenagers, mind you. old hats. so we'd been perfecting our craft for years. and then bobby started to change it up. something about the teen boy makes them want to expose their buttocks every possible chance. and bobby was a patient mooner. he would stand with bum out for as long as it took. it was worth it to him. so, as bobby and i were watching tv we heard mom at the front door. without conversation, we both ran for our hiding spots. i wedged myself between the big screen and speakers while bobby darted for the front closet. i heard mom come in and then open the closet door, so i poked my head around the corner to see her reaction. but what i saw was bobby in the closet with his bare butt sticking out. mom gasped, "robert lee!" he got the reaction he was looking for, so he was laughing as he turned around, fixing his pants and saw mom with her visiting teaching companion! i held my breath so i wouldn't be caught cracking up and ran for my room. but as bobby was fixing his belt he said something like, "hey, sister ______, how's it going?" he's always been cool like that. happy birthday. i love you, wierdo.



11 comments:

jayne said...

Nice. I can totally see Bobby acting all cool like nothing happened while greeting sister so-and-so. So Bobby. Happy Birthday you old man.

Brendon and Stephanie said...

That's awesome!

Happy Birthday, Bobby!

Sara said...

Very funny - happy birthday to Bobby!

Kelly said...

That is the best story I've heard in a long time. Thanks!!

Natalie said...

I didn't know Bobby was a "mooner." Figures.

Melissa said...

That's really funny. It's weird that Bobby was blonde when he was younger! If you told me that without me seeing the pictures (and of course I haven't ever met any of his siblings) I don't know if I would believe it! Hope he had a good b-day!

murdockspencer said...

I love that story! I have no doubt that that really happened.

Mandi said...

Okay that is hysterical! Totally sounds like Bobby to be cool and calm about it! :) What a great trait! :) Happy late Birthday!

tiffany said...

That story was so funny. I laughed through the whole story.

Melody said...

No freaking way! How can you forget something like that! Yes, that is a cool and confident man. I can't wait to tell Paul.

Jessica said...

I love it! I love that he just acts all cool like nothing happened. He probably doesn't remember that because he wasn't embarrassed. We love you Bobby! Happy 30th!! Brian is going to be 30 this year too. I didn't realize you guys were the same age. Hope you had a great day.

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