I can not concentrate
I'm sitting at work with a giant pile of stuff in front of me and I can't bring myself to do any of it. I'm officially the most useless employee ever. ALL I can think about is Cancun (mixed in with a little panic about golf tomorrow).
Christian and I golfed all last summer and I was getting pretty good. By that I mean I'd only completely miss the ball one out of every five shots.....which really isn't that impressive if you're playing 18 holes (do the math), but nevertheless I'd learned a new thing and felt a little bit of "yay Lacey" pride.
Cue dating Pat. His motto is there are two things not allowed on the golf course: cell phones and women. Obviously this is annoying. It's pretty much the only thing that's annoying about him so I try not to bitch too much about this. I fail miserably. I am a female...I complained, a lot.
So a couple days ago, Pat tells me he has a surprise! He entered us is a couples golf tournament on Friday.
Suddenly I freeze, I panic. Why why why did I harass him about this? I am not a good golfer. I have not golfed in eight months. I can't do this...breathe, breathe. Act happy, he's smiling, act happy. You wanted this Lacey, now thank him and pretend you're not the complete idiot you are.
I went and practiced last night. It is not good. I am going to wiff it, I am going to hit the ball and it is going to roll twenty feet instead of flying 100 yards. It is going to embarrassing and frankly I deserve it.
Maybe he'll think it's endearing.
Christian and I golfed all last summer and I was getting pretty good. By that I mean I'd only completely miss the ball one out of every five shots.....which really isn't that impressive if you're playing 18 holes (do the math), but nevertheless I'd learned a new thing and felt a little bit of "yay Lacey" pride.
Cue dating Pat. His motto is there are two things not allowed on the golf course: cell phones and women. Obviously this is annoying. It's pretty much the only thing that's annoying about him so I try not to bitch too much about this. I fail miserably. I am a female...I complained, a lot.
So a couple days ago, Pat tells me he has a surprise! He entered us is a couples golf tournament on Friday.
Suddenly I freeze, I panic. Why why why did I harass him about this? I am not a good golfer. I have not golfed in eight months. I can't do this...breathe, breathe. Act happy, he's smiling, act happy. You wanted this Lacey, now thank him and pretend you're not the complete idiot you are.
I went and practiced last night. It is not good. I am going to wiff it, I am going to hit the ball and it is going to roll twenty feet instead of flying 100 yards. It is going to embarrassing and frankly I deserve it.
Maybe he'll think it's endearing.