It was my cousin's fourth birthday party yesterday. My eldest cousin is eight years younger than me. Yeah. I didn't manage to get a photo of my sister yesterday, but:
I shouldn't ever watch Golf.
I mean, I tried, last night, to watch a game with my father while eating maggi mee. But --hello?!-- how am I supposed to eat without laughing when someone whacks a small minute white ball around this giant field, aiming for one hole, while everybody groans and cheers at the same time? I spent the time going, "HA! He MISSED!" (not that I myself can whack a ball around this giant field aiming for a tiny hole, but still)
One more thing. I was laughing especially hard when they tabulated the scores. What with the eagles and birdies. I spent all the time laughing, thinking, "He lost his birdie! He lost his birdie!" and "HA! No more birdie! Now he can go get a boyfriend!" I was hysterical. Ok, don't judge me. I'm really not like that most of the time. Except maybe when I'm trying to watch golf.
I do play golf, very occasionally. But I don't play on the field, aiming for a tiny hole. I play on the driving range in the evenings, aiming for bats who happen to fly over, and the giant net thing at the end of the range. Not that I'm good at it, oh no. That would be the over-statement of the century.
