Hey Whalen,
I have got to stop logging on here after 11. I end up seeing something and I pick up on it and next thing you know it is midnight or even later. If I am not careful, I could end up turning my diurnal self into a nocturnal type. Then who knows what I could end up posting in the wee hours and then I would have to be banned.........Ohhhhhhhh, somebody, pleeeeeeeeese.
About those golf lessons. Me, too. I am awful. But there is something about the infernal game that attracts me. I think it is the pretty places. And the lunch and drinks after. Oh who am I kidding. I know for sure it is the pretty places and the lunch and drinks after.
I am just going to have to accept who I am at this point in life. I used to whine around here all the time about how even my very best friend in high school would never pick me for her team in gym class. There I would be. Left standing on that
line in the gym. Standing there. All alone. Wearing that ugly gymsuit. Standing there. Just like the cheese in "The Farmer in the Dell." (Whoops. I digress. Or was that a flashback?) Anyway, we are still friends, but I do bring up the issue from time to time. In fact, I made her take golf lessons with me. HAH! Golf -- the great leveler.
I always have big plans though. I can pretend that someday I will be respectable at golf. But who am I kidding. Like just this week I decided it was back to the virtuous dinners around this place. I fixed salmon twice. But each time I got out the Hellmann's
Real Mayo, spooned out a couple of big dollops into a bowl, added some of that creamy horseradish and some fresh dill. Now, I know that smearing that glorious Hellmann's concoction all over that fish may have canceled out my good intentions. But hey. I think I will count it as a wash. I have to keep up the good attitude. Just like with golf.
Boomer