Today I played golf in a different language.
With my new friend. She is old enough to be my mother.
The world continues to reveal it's mysteries to me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Fractured fact-fictional writings of a creative contributor...
3 comments:
Did you yell, "quattro!" or "quatre!"
????????
Oh, so jealous of you.
I'm jealous too! except that I don't really like golf and I'm not good at it...
But I like different languages and people who could be my mom!
MIIIIIIIIISS YOU!
wow. i can't even play golf in english. maybe i should try in a different language?
when do you get back? it's been too long.
Post a Comment