A couple of years ago, my parents were in a car accident while on the way to the beach. Billy decided that he was going to be the designated paramedic and proceeded to treat a cut on my mother’s leg with about a dozen bandaids.
1/4/2009 7:21pm: Bill is getting the kids cleaned up and is going to sit down and watch the Eagles game that he recorded.
1/4/2009 4:55pm: Bill wants everyone to know that despite the fact that he likes Southern Comfort Old Fashions, Chai Lattes, and Spongebob, he's not a sissy.
1/4/2009 10:03am: Bill now knows the words to the Thomas the train theme song... "They're two, they're four, they're six, they're eight..." Now it will be stuck in my head. Ugh.
1/1/2009 6:31pm: Bill is grilling up some sausage and peppers with his son for dinner.
1/1/2009 9:56am: Bill is trying to recover from losing power multiple times during the night.
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