Outfit the British Army with pasty white uniforms and hope you follow suit?
Sounds expensive. Besides, "Captain Oblivious White" is really too blinding for practical use.
Untrue. I find it hard to believe that at no time did a hammock come into your field of view.
We may have seen a hammock, but did not look to purchase one. Rather than a letter of the law/spirit of the law debate, I can assure you there is another rather bold-faced lie in the chapter.
The Oblivious went 3 for 3 in awesomeness on the day!
Hmmm...no final scores were posted, which can only mean one thing.
How bad did Julie beat you, Mark?
Oh, I always win. I figured that was old news.*
*Please ignore this statement in future chatpers of this TR.
Meh. That's just South Carolina water (which appears to be dyed blue). It's not Nile water. Or
Amazon water. Or whatever river you're on when you see the backside of water.
I didn't think of that. It's amazing how those big rivers from different continents all flow into each other.
Mark, the twilight rate if for after 4:00. If you booked a 4:00 tee time, you're clearly not after 4:00. Rookie mistake.
Joke's on them. They charged me the twilight rate. Suckers!
Yes, clean, refreshing, overpriced, liability-free beer.
To alcohol! The cause of--and solution to--all of life's problems!
HA! It's funny because it's TRUE! (The Eagles part. I have no idea about the weather part. Maybe you should throw a battery at the cloud...)
Sadly, it is true.
Wow, even the camera can't keep up with the speed of your swing. Does that mean you're going faster than the speed of light?
You can see from the picture--I've gone PLAID!
I can help you with that. 8 lessons at $95 each with me and you'll be snap hooking that tee shot 75 yards left into the pond.
I told you about the sign I once found deep in the woods on a Disney golf course before, didn't I?
The student had become the teacher. Well done.
When I left, I was but the learner, now I am the master.
And excellent golf course pictures. Looks like a great day!
A bad day of golf beats a good day at the office.
Why were Julie and Sarah shopping for a shark-tooth necklace? Do you have any pictures of it? Was it for Julie or for Sarah? What kind of shark did it come from? What color is it? Is it on a chain or a string? Does it still smell like fish? Is it sharp? Are there any vegetarian sharks that have molars?
Because Sarah saw ads all over the place for them, No, Sarah, a Land Shark, off-white, string, no, not really, do I look like the Encyclopedia Britannica to you?
What's inappropriate about the shirt? It's FreezinRafiki Approved!
I still had the snooty golf course on my mind.
There's a difference? Besides being sober for one, I mean...
That's great, but one small question:
Where the H E Double Hockey Sticks is her ARM?
I TOLD you not to ask about the shark necklace!!
Sorry Mark.
Walmart bags would be Redneck. Trader Joe's is not.
Is it more of a hillbilly window shade then? My Walmart bags were all white and plastic, so they wouldn't have done much.
Seems like lots of things remind you of me, Kathy.
What else?
yikes. My kids argued about that one constantly but you know, cooking it into the skin before jumping in does help it have a chance at working.
I think I need to take notes.
That and making them be fully clothed while in the water.
Wetsuits for everyone!
Ok, that's even better than the red solo cup. Nice golf adventures! And price, it's a crazy expensive sport, good thing I (we) don't like it much to my in laws dismay.
It's way too expensive. Twilight rates are the only way to go.
Love the glow stick pictures m, what a cool idea!
Thanks!
Good call on getting out of the sun. Mini golf is a great way as long as you can hide under a tree.
That didn't happen much either, but at least we were out for less time.
Must have more info on that shark tooth necklace. Wonder if she found one.
Like they are on every corner WINGS store
I have to say....I called this course to see if there was a dress code.....I had packed collared shirts for the boys just in case.....and the lady at the "pro shop" croaked into the phone, "No tank tops. No speedos." Well then. That just about settles it.


I wish I'd remembered to put that in the story!