my strange collection

I posted about Herman, the other day. And today, with my lack of sleep, I am going to post about another important "man" of my life. His name, is Bob.
Bob is an inanimate object. (He is also various family members of mine.). This particular Bob is blue, and shaped like an egg. He came from NYC, a Brookstone store in Rockafeller Center, to be exact. And he came home, riding in a suitcase. (And actually made it!).
Bob is my alarm clock. But he's more than that. He tells me the date, the time, the temperature, he will wake me up, if I need it, and he also is a timer, should I need that. And each thing he tells me to do has a different colored LED screen. Wakey Wakey time is purple, for instance. Normal time, is blue.
He is egg shaped. The people at Brookstone made him so. He is like one of those children's toys, Weebils. "Weebils wobble, but they don't fall down." Neither does Bob. He's very portable, too. Everywhere I go in my travels, I'll take Bob, and some batteries, in case I need to resurrrect him.
I really enjoy Bob's company, obviously. He is one of the more dependable men/inanimate objects in my life. I think everyone should have a Bob, actually. I'm thinking, really, (and shhh you can't tell) many people might get a Bob of their own, for Christmas. I like him so much, I may share. (But I won't share Herman. We have too long a history.)
I am not sure if I have anymore inanimate objects named for men. I'll have to look into it. If I do find one, I'll be sure to tell his story, too!