the great rematch

i bagged second place! i am the great putt-putt runner-up! (never mind that it was the winner's first time to play.) well, i initially came in 5th, but kobe (the guy who called for the rematch and the guy i appointed to keep score for three other people) totally screwed up the scoring - so everyone on his scorecard was disqualified. so me, rollster and bliss were totally golden. (well, kobe did manage to get cous's strokes right - but she got an 83. yep, 83. waaayyyy below par.) anyway, who said winning by default wasn't the same?! it is so totally the same. wait, it's even better. 'cause i didn't have to try to freakin' hard.

O o O

although cous isn't much of a golfer, she is very much a bitch. there were these kids who were (in fairness to cousin) rudely playing through. okay, so the game was probably designed with them in mind. and, okay, so we were taking a whole lotta time getting that stupid golf ball to find the hole. but man! those little devil spawns just set their balls down and swung, without even asking if it was okay, not caring if they hit your ball and drove it to a really icky corner. you should've seen cousin, she looked as if she was contemplating whacking those kids on the head with her club and dumping their tiny bodies in the mini sandtrap. one kid even drove her ball into this fake-ish swamp and turned to cous for help. (definitely the wrong person to ask there.) "my ball! my ball! please, my ball," she whined. cous quite crossly told her to find one of the people who worked there. in retrospect, she said, "hey! i helped her." it was all quite lovely.