Friday Confessional 5.8.15

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I confess…

Last week, I was horrified that I accidentally flashed a good friend. We had texted about her maybe stopping by after visiting a museum near our house; I figured it would be early afternoon. When I got back from a golf lesson and hadn’t heard from her, I jumped in the shower since we had dinner plans. What I didn’t know is she texted while I was in the shower.

We didn’t answer the door, but she knows we spend a lot of time in the backyard so she headed around back … and we had the back door open for a breeze. And there I was in front of the closet in nothing but underwear.

Two positives from an embarrassing situation:

  1. She is probably my classiest and most non-judgemental friend, so I will never have to hear about it ever, nor do I have to worry about her judging what I look like naked.
  2. Her husband stayed in the car while she checked to see if we were home.

I confess…

So out of the embarrassing story from the last confession, let’s pick out the word “golf.” I played my first round this week, which also happened to be my first tournament. Thank goodness it was captain’s choice because I need a lot more practice.

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My golf coach always says to have a two-beer swing…as in a drink will help relax you a bit. This is true. What is also true is that golf courses are designed by men, and there are no bathrooms along the first nine holes.  Having learned my lesson, I limited my liquid intake severely for the back nine.

I confess…

On the note of beer, the Mister and I headed out to Flying Saucer for a couple beers on Monday to celebrate. Ten years ago Monday, we had a our first date there. We asked the waitress to take our picture, and after hearing why we were celebrating, she surprised us by buying our beers.

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I confess…

We’ve done a lot of reminiscing this week. Ten years is a long time, and I feel like we were just babies when we started dating. Or at least I was – I was only 23 years old; the Mister turned 30 the year we started dating.

In the last ten years, we’ve bought a house, completed renovations, gotten married, adopted animals, laid one to rest, helped the Mister train for and pass three black belt exams, travelled all over the country, bought a business, become aunt and uncle and great-aunt and great-uncle several times over.

Somehow we turned into grown ups along the way, and I want to know where all the time went.

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