I feel terrible posting when I'm not keeping up with reading everyone else's blogs--it feels so narcissitic and rude. So whilst on vacation this week (at a lake house with high speed internet!) I'm going to catch up with reading what all my bloggy friends have posted in the last week. And I'm going to read a couple books, newspapers and magazines. I'm going to fish, swim, kayak and canoe. I'll play miniature golf, eat ice cream and wax Mr. D in cribbage. Team Testosterone and I have grand plans to catch our dinner and play catch with a football. The Momvan is packed to the gills with junk food and towels, beach toys and fishing gear. I've remembered matches, flashlights, rain ponchos and bug spray. Our glorious neighbors have agreed to split garden/pool/cat/mail duty and we'll enjoy the last full week of summer far away from Normal Life.
I hope Mother Nature cooperates--she's been kind of bitchy this summer, what with the 50 degree nights in July and August and the constant wind. Mr. D and I went golfing with friends Friday night and I lost feeling in my nose, ears and three fingers it was so darn cold! I kept looking for Jack O'Lanterns because it sure felt like the tail end of October, not mid-August.
Shall we segue to my fantastic golf story?
Despite the frigid course conditions, I played one hole I have to brag to you about. There's this island hole on the golf course--you have to tee off a distance back and hit over a moat just so to reach the green. A 170 yard par 3 hole, assuming you make your first shot and take 2 putts or a chip and putt. I casually slid an older ball out of my bag when we reached the hole--I'm notorious for drowning my balls on this hole and didn't want to drown one of my pretty pink ribbon balls. And what do you know? I cleared the moat and landed a sweet 2 putts away from the hole!
But the icing on the cake was Mr. D sinking his drive in the moat and then sinking his second shot as well. That's the kind of thing that only happens in my golf fantasies--never in Real Life.
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