Yesterday Bill and I were driving south on Power Road towards the dentist office where he was going to have a root canal. Fun times. We pulled up to a stoplight, and the car next to us had their radio up very loud, and was listening to rap music. I commented on how nice it was that he was sharing his music with everyone. Bill’s response — out of the blue — was, “I want you to call me BillyMac from now on. I laughed at his silliness. The rest of the day, he kept talking about himself in third person: “BillyMac is hungry.” “BillyMac is going to check the mail” and so on.

Only BillyMac could make jokes on the way to a root canal.

Have a great weekend.