Josie and I make it a point to try and not say a word about the people that we date--and I didn't, today, but Ashley said something that was so descriptive that the image made me want to laugh, and, thankfully, I was driving in the car and she couldn't see my face. Josie took her out for Mexican the night before, and Ashley was mad because she had asked Josie for her leftovers. Knowing that Ashley had eaten a huge meal, she said no. "But then she went home and heated them up for her Andrew!" she pouted. "He always gets her scraps. He's like a pet dog, or something." Sorry Josie, it's not an Andrew knock, it's just the way she said it! I did stick up for you.
The Fathers day cards I received were so great. Both Josie and Annie's made me want to cry, and with Annie, I almost started to, but thankfully, Josie snapped me back into reality. Ashley's card was interesting--she drew her family: me, Tiger, Annie, Josie...and Corb. This would have been really sweet, had she not chosen to draw Tiger as a large black blob of protoplasm.
My parents are now into watching golf. They've always been in to playing golf, but what possible attraction is there to watching the damn sport? I don't personally understand it, at all. Here's so and so wearing ugly pants on the third hole...they swing and...everything looks really green... and...zzzzzzzzzzzz