Sliced it
Yesterday, I was sitting in my car with Terri, trying to talk myself out of a bad mood. She had just shot the best round of golf in her life. And I had shot my worst. (A 56, jerks, happy now?)
A few days before, at lunchtime, I had been inscribing my new sleeves of golf balls with a Sharpie to tell them apart from other people's. But of course, being me, I couldn't just write my initials or my name, like my mom.
Missy: Haha, yours says "mom" on it!
Mom: Actually, you're reading it upside down. It says "wow".
I spent lunch writing clever things on my balls. Things like "oops" and "aw, crap" and "take better care of this ball than I did". On one of them, I wrote:
If found, please call [my cell phone number] and tell the girl who answers to work on her slice.
Yesterday while I was trying to be a better person and stop feeling crappy about that 56, my cell phone made the pretty little noise it makes when I get a text message. I opened it and frowned for a half second. Then I laughed my ass off.
I like that other people have senses of humor, too.
A few days before, at lunchtime, I had been inscribing my new sleeves of golf balls with a Sharpie to tell them apart from other people's. But of course, being me, I couldn't just write my initials or my name, like my mom.
Missy: Haha, yours says "mom" on it!
Mom: Actually, you're reading it upside down. It says "wow".
I spent lunch writing clever things on my balls. Things like "oops" and "aw, crap" and "take better care of this ball than I did". On one of them, I wrote:
If found, please call [my cell phone number] and tell the girl who answers to work on her slice.
Yesterday while I was trying to be a better person and stop feeling crappy about that 56, my cell phone made the pretty little noise it makes when I get a text message. I opened it and frowned for a half second. Then I laughed my ass off.
I like that other people have senses of humor, too.