So today after my brothers opened all our presents from Santa my parents announced there was one last present. I was sure it was going to be the "Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle" I've been asking for. But I was wrong. My dad said only one of me or my brothers was going to get the present this year and we would rotate it for the next two years. Hmm, a lot of interesting thoughts running through my mind... (none of which actually had anything to do with it, they were more along the lines of "did I leave the iron on?", and "I wonder how my ass looks in these pants") After a lot of fake "no, you take it this year", "nah, you can have it", we decided to play one hand of poker, all in, winner takes the gift. We delt the hand and your's truly came up the winner. My dad went and got an envelope and handed it to me. And as I open it up I read "Father-Son golf tournament in Southwest Ireland." So, the first week of May I'll be hacking up the best golf courses in Ireland! Haha!!! yeah! suckers!
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6 comments:
fun!i've always wanted to go to ireland!i have alot of irish in me...hehe
that is the most awesome gift ever! you know, besides new pairs of hanes her way!
yes, I do need a caddy. And if any knows any leprechauns, let me know.
I suggest watching Darby O'Gill and the Little People. Just because.
Can I be your new very best friend and go with you. I won't say much. I won't even bother you while you are golfing. I'm sure I can keep myself occupied.
REally I can.
I've been called a leprechaun before...or was it an elf? Anyway...I know Ireland well...so...can I come???
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