Today...we are leaving...gone, vamoosh, hasta la pasta...outta here. We are headed to the land of Scott...errr...Scotland. Motherland of golf, birthplace of scotch...and we are ready, well kind of.
Golfdad hasn't put 1 stitch of clothing into his bag and since he didn't move fast enough, I took the bigger of the 2 we were provided. Gramma Apple & Poppy Bill will be here in T-2 hours and 45 minutes and well they'll be checking in for duty early when they arrive and we have to spend the next 2 hours firguring out how to fit all of our shit...50 pounds into a 5 pound sack (my prediction is that Poppy Bill will say this, at least once).
We are scared, we are excited, we are nervous, we are anxious, we will 100% be enjoying the first class seats we have been provided and 8 hours with nothing to do but ocassionally stroll to the bathroom and decide what to watch on our own little personal T.V.'s.
And all the tired parents said (except for the ones who are stuck home with little children) Amen.
xo -- B.M.
PS. Tournament golf is Friday - Sunday and you can follow the scoring using the Ryder Cup format on http://www.pga.com/pgacup/2009/.
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Have a great time -- it is a trip of a lifetime for sure. Don't worry about your kids they will be fine.
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