To the “golf is not a sport” people:

O.M.G. I am so sore after nine holes it’s frickin’ ridiculous. But to start at the beginning: Thursday we headed down to California, to my dad’s "winter house" in La Quinta. I was down here in October, remember? So of course I waited until the last minuet to pack because I like that whole fear-of-god …


Yes I’m alive. My mom was actually not that upset. She doesn’t want to worry that much about it, and wants the counters to have "character" COOL! Of course she hasn’t seen it yet since it’s covered so… Bj like your bookmark?