Real Life with a Touch of Sarcasm


I don’t golf. Let me rephrase, Justin hasn’t taught me how yet. I feel like his patience level isn’t high enough to handle it. So as I write this I am following J around the gold course watching him golf while I work on my tan. News flash. It’s hot.

The one thing I keep thinking about, “watch out for snakes” he says.

I’m sorry.


Would you mind repeating yourself?

So now not only do I have to make sure I don’t get hit by a rogue golf ball, fall into a ditch, or trip over a hole, I have to make sure I don’t step on a snake. Oops. Justin got mad at me cause I didn’t see him make in that last putt.

I feel like after all my great commentary such as “you missed the ball” he is probably never going to ask me to come with him again. We shall see. Oops. I talked while he was trying to hit the ball. My bad. If I would ever come here by myself I would have ZERO idea where to hit the ball. It would not be pretty.

The three cookies I ate early are not sitting well. “Boom. Crushed it.” Apparently expensive balls help. I was not aware he had expensive balls….

Why must we leave the shade????? Nnoooo. Not the sun!! I don’t need a tan. I’m okay with being pasty white. When we get home I am jumping in the swimming pool.

Based on his attitude, I think he is doing well, while I am slowly melting to death and needing a bathroom. Stupid cookies.

To explain, it is my turn for the Cookie Brigade at work. I had to make 2 dozen cookies for the bank to take to Fort Riley. I don’t like cutting recipes in half because I feel like they don’t turn out right…so I might have made 5 dozen cookies. Well, I didn’t make them all. I froze some of the batter for when ‘aunt flo’ comes to visit and I need amazingness. So that explains the cookies.

Whoa. That’s a big golf club. I could do some damage with that baby. I feel sweat running down my back. And my face. And my legs…at least I’m going to pretend it’s sweat (that was a joke)…maybe. *whispers* you’ll never know.

So many nats. Hole 7. So close to 9. Pause. Must observe the swing. Ick. Not good. Are we done yet? No. No we are not. Hole 8. So so close.

This. girl. is on fffiiiirrrrrreeeeee

Hole 9. What what. Yeah! Almost there.

This. Is. It.


That’s the game folks. Thanks for being here with me.

Much love, RR

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