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Last week, I was horrified that I accidentally flashed a good friend. We had texted about her maybe stopping by after visiting a museum near our house; I figured it would be early afternoon. When I got back from a golf lesson and hadn't heard from her, I jumped in the shower since we had dinner plans. What I didn't know is she texted while I was in the shower.
We didn't answer the door, but she knows we spend a lot of time in the backyard so she headed around back ... and we had the back door open for a breeze. And there I was in front of the closet in nothing but underwear.
Two positives from an embarrassing situation:
- She is probably my classiest and most non-judgemental friend, so I will never have to hear about it ever, nor do I have to worry about her judging what I look like naked.
- Her husband stayed in the car while she checked to see if we were home.
So out of the embarrassing story from the last confession, let's pick out the word "golf." I played my first round this week, which also happened to be my first tournament. Thank goodness it was captain's choice because I need a lot more practice.
My golf coach always says to have a two-beer swing...as in a drink will help relax you a bit. This is true. What is also true is that golf courses are designed by men, and there are no bathrooms along the first nine holes. Having learned my lesson, I limited my liquid intake severely for the back nine.
On the note of beer, the Mister and I headed out to Flying Saucer for a couple beers on Monday to celebrate. Ten years ago Monday, we had a our first date there. We asked the waitress to take our picture, and after hearing why we were celebrating, she surprised us by buying our beers.
We've done a lot of reminiscing this week. Ten years is a long time, and I feel like we were just babies when we started dating. Or at least I was - I was only 23 years old; the Mister turned 30 the year we started dating.
In the last ten years, we've bought a house, completed renovations, gotten married, adopted animals, laid one to rest, helped the Mister train for and pass three black belt exams, travelled all over the country, bought a business, become aunt and uncle and great-aunt and great-uncle several times over.
Somehow we turned into grown ups along the way, and I want to know where all the time went.
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