I'll be out of town this week (with any luck, the whole week) to carry the bag for a relative playing in a golf tournament. In Nashville, I think. Posting will therefore be light to a degree of invisibility, but if you want to keep coming back to remind yourself of that fact, you're more than welcome.
Update: Found out I can post from here, though I don't much feel like it. The motel has hi-speed and the relative brought her laptop. I will say that when I heard the lady behind the counter at the Charlotte airport 'walecome' us all to 'flat 1215 to Nayeshville,' I remembered how much I love Southern girls.
The relative and a couple of her friends are at a concert featuring Amy Grant and Vince Gill. I'm waiting for her to get home. I'm starving and much in need of pizza and beer.
Tee time's 2 p.m. tomorrow, thunderstorms in the forecast.
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Upupdate: The relative shot 74-74. No luck. So we're headed home. Except her home's in another town now. When she had her own apartment, at least I got to hug her nearly every day. Now I don't have even that, or anyone to play golf with. And she took the dog with her. I'm going to miss the dog. We were soulmates. Life sucks.
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Relative...hmm....I'm going to take a SWAG and say it's Bernadette.
Good SWAG.
who else would it have been?
btw, I posted a link to a picture just for you.
On my way.
Everyone should go to Alicia's and click on that link. It's a thing of pure beauty. TSO, let thine eyes drink their fill. I wish LeXuan still visited here.
And she took took the dog, too? Ouch.
Hang in there...
It's enough to make a grown man whimper.
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