I was reprimanded by my sweet daughter for not blogging, so here I am, blogging about NOTHING again. I just read her blog and I have nothing so exciting to report about. I did get to play several rounds of golf, even got 9 in at my most favorite course in the world, Shawnee. The skies opened up on us after we walked off the #7 green (which is my most favorite hole in the world, the river hole). We took cover under a tree which worked out OK until the wind started blowing the rain horizontally. We tried running around the tree to find the most protective angle but there was none. The wind was whipping around in all directions. PLUS, we started hearing thunder in the distance and since we were already as wet as we could possibly get (of course neither of us had an umbrella), we decided to run for a shelter building two holes back. We were halfway there when the first streak of lightening flashed right over our heads. Over along the creek was a back-hoe and dump truck. We took cover under the truck until the storm passed. We finished our 9, soaked, but once the sun came out, I was fairly dry after 20 minutes or so. It felt like my clothes were steaming. It started thundering again on hole 10 so we got a raincheck for the rest.
I went shopping with Sarah last night. She is such a trip. We had Mexican salads (the kind in the shell) at La Finca's. They were OK, but I don't think I'll be going back there for awhile. We went to the mall and Sarah talked me into buying clothes for me and her. I would have spent way more on her if we'd had time.... I never buy clothes for me in stores, and I'm still undecided about whether I'm just going to return the outfit I bought for me. I think I bought it on impulse, not because I wanted it.
I am home alone tonight. The little girls are still gone to geek camp and Sarah is visiting Dale and Jerry is at a training seminar. HOME ALONE!!! No telling what I might get into. I could build a small bonfire in the living room if I wanted to, or shave a cat (or dye him blue, which would be way better than shaving him).