I have some serious beef with you.
Well maybe not with you, but for you. Did everybody have a good Father’s Day? My pops had an enjoyable one, I think. The rain held off but I spent 99% of the day in the kitchen (yep I was wearing an apron), instead of watching golf with him.
For the record, it was probably not such a bad thing that I stayed in my realm of domesticity. I know absolutely nothing about golf. Like, zip. And that’s not even an exaggeration. At dinner I referred to Rory McIlroy as Rupert McKinley. And I didn’t think anything was wrong with that–I thought that was his real name. I’ve also only golfed once, and it was with the Attorney General’s office of Michigan. I wore a cute pink skirt (with matching shoes + a coordinating hat), which, you would think, is awesome. But the problem was that everyone in the office (not my office, thank goodness) was under the impression that I was some hot-shot golfer, due to my Natalie Gulbis attire. They soon found out I was replacing divots more often than not and watching my ball soar a whole twenty feet (that’s generous) upon teeing off. But that’s an embarrassing story for another day. Continue reading
