And we came back smelling like boy...

My co-worker Miranda had the brilliant idea of going to the golf range on our lunch break to hit a bucket of golf balls. Now, she came up with this idea probably back in June. We would say to each other, "We need to go" But we never did. Until last week.



Who would have thought that golfing in the middle of November could be so pleasant? Clearly, we were the talk of the town (and by town I mean small golf community that was Nibley Golf Course). I mean, we were pretty much the only women in a 2 mile radius. Odds in our favor. But wait, Miranda is married... so AWESOME... odds definitely in my favor.


However, the only guy I talked to was some middle aged man. I asked him to take our picture. I might know where to find the men, I just don't talk to the right ones. Note to self: ask cute, single, available, tall, brown haired, brown eyed, athletic, nice, normal guy to take my picture next time. Unfortunately, I saw no such guy.

Miranda's post of this great event is much better. Check it out here.