I just realized I almost forgot to tell you how Toni and I did in her member/guest golf tournament. I know you’ve all been waiting anxiously to hear.
Okay, maybe not.
But remember when I went to North Carolina last month to play golf and we got a little sidetracked at the grocery store?
We actually did play golf and I should tell you that she invited me back to this same tournament in spite of how poorly I played last year.
Let’s just say I had a very, very bad round!
I was honored that she invited me back. I’d like to think she has a long list of friends who play golf but she picked me.
That would be a lie.
I mean about the friends who play golf.
Anyway, the belated BIG news is that we finished SECOND in the tourney.
I don’t really know what all those numbers mean except that she put me down as a bad golfer with a really high handicap based on my last year’s performance.
Whatever. We still got 2nd place!
Totally unexpected but bonus fun during our already fun weekend together. Especially since the last time I had golfed was in November.
One other little story about our golf weekend…
I don’t use my woods anymore. Because they are not my friends.
The basic concept is to use the woods (which are actually metal now – one more reason some people are put off by the game) for your long shots and irons don’t go as far.
Toni uses a BIG wood and hits like a man.
That is a total compliment and she knows how impressed we are when she hits and Ann and I say “You’re the man.”
I use my four iron off the tee. And it seems to stress everyone except me.
I just have to share this one great photo that will only matter to those who golf and understand the difference between a wood and an iron. Which is everyone now that I’ve explained.
We were lucky to have our friend Ann with us who doesn’t play but is our personal photographer. Unfortunately Toni and I would rather not have our picture taken.
These are our tee shots. Toni’s BIG wood. My little iron.
I’m not gloating, I swear.
It has been a pretty good summer of bowling and golf for the
old lady mama.
I’m just saying…
I am competitive and not afraid to admit it. 😉