I was interviewed by Loud Noises, Big Plans and featured by Don both on the same day, Mother's Day, which makes me question my gender identity, and also whether I have days to live or something like that.
I checked, and the Crotchety Old Lady or the Spawn haven't taken out any new life insurance policies, and I'm no more messed up than usual. I also checked and I still have manly naughty bits, so it's not that. So, who knows what they are up to? They probably ran out of everyone else.
And speaking of running out of everyone else, while watching the golf tournament this afternoon, the announcers are really struggling with Tiger Woods acting so human. Instead of fawning over him, they try to talk about other stuff. And boy, do they get in trouble when they try to talk and think.
It was mentioned that one golfer is married to his wife. As oppossed to?
And that brings up another weird golf thing. It must be absolutely quiet as the player gets ready to hit his shot. What a bunch of babies. It's not like the ball is moving, like baseball, where a 100 MPH ball is zipping towards a hitter, or football, where a 300 lb lineman is running to seperate the ball from the runner. Both of these take place in front of 50,000 screaming fans.
When the golfer finally strikes the ball, the gallery starts chanting "Get in the hole," or something similar as that must help.
Have a happy Monday