One good thing about being a slug, as I like to refer to myself of late, is that I don’t have to hear or read anything about the hoople-headed flake squatting in the White House – unless it’s by accident or that I am simply more interested in ANYTHING/ANYONE else. Case in point . . .
Me and the MR. watched football the first weekend, and I thought ‘well, that’s done’ – back to politics, etc., and pulling my hair out. But, guess what, I didn’t go back to ‘politics, etc.’ The latest weekend was even better and crazier than last weekend . . . there was four pro games (wild cards) we just had to watch, and low and behold – we sat in front of one TV or stood in front of the kitchen TV while cooking meals.
And, if that wasn’t slug-like enough, Sunday night after the Seahawks/Eagles game, instead of heading to bed like THE MR., I moseyed on over to the Golf Channel and watched the end of the live coverage of the Tournament of Champions finishing up in Hawaii. Except that they weren’t ‘finishing up’ after all because it was tied by three players, Thomas, Schauffele and Reed, at the end of 18 holes. Soooo, who’s going to go to bed with THAT drama going on? It’s like I got internally hooked on wild, crazy DRAMA over the past two weekends watching all the ‘flag-throwing’, touchdowns, field goals and celebrations by hulkie guys and cool QBs. (Usually, it’s Mr. Rogers that keeps me up at night if necessary, but I confess, I enjoyed coming out of my chair with both arms straight up over my head.) Anyway, I ending up sitting there till after 11:30 p.m. to see how the golfers’ drama played out, and it WAS JUST AS WILD AS THE ‘WILD CARD’ ballers.
The good news? Justin Thomas won (after futzing around for 3 playoff holes.) And, I won too. How, you might ask; well. I didn’t hear the Koo-Koo-Bell in the Oval Office a single time on TV during either weekend, that I can recall. I think I got this SLUG-thing down to an art and it just might keep me sane until K-K-B is out of the White House. One last thing – THE MR. and I got our exercise yesterday by getting out of the house and playing 18 holes. Too much fun. And, so looking forward for my women’s’org. to start up in March, even with the wackiness of the new World Handicap System roll-out, which will effect how our org. keeps our handicaps. Should be interesting. But, holy-moly, Is LIFE GOOD, or what!? GOOD, I say.