Then we got too much sun at the pool and lost Margaret's little friend that came with us.
We eventually found him ... alive. So that's good.
Then this:






Then this:

Then I went to bed and Bill stole my bike and took it the store for something that I'm sure was stupid.
So all in all, Bill had a good day. I didn't yell at him once ... it's a Father's Day Miracle (but then I found out he took my bike instead of his own and he got yelled at ... what? If he's stupid, he gets yelled at).
And me? I missed my dad, but he was never one who liked tears so in his honor I celebrated with Bill with a stiff upper lip.
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