Golf, Snakes, and Pants Half Down

We just got back from our first ever real golf tournament together! I am a horrible golfer, but today I did OK. It was a scramble and we actually used three of my shots (a drive (!), a putt, and a chip)!!!! But the best part of the day was my bathroom break. It's rare that the bathroom is the highlight of the day, so let me explain.

I went into the handicap stall in the clubhouse, mainly because it was the biggest and no one else was in there. I was sitting there, taking care of business and looked over to SEE A SNAKE IN THE CORNER OF THE STALL. This is not a joke. I could not make this up if I tried!!!!!

At first I thought he was dead, but then his little tongue came out. And then went in. And then came out again. GROOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

I HATE snakes.

So I was in a pickle. Should I finish my bidnass? Should I scream? Was the snake going to come get me? Was the snake scared of me? If I left without flushing, would my rescuers see my bidnass?

Did I mention: I HATE snakes???

So, I did what any redblooded girl from Dallas would do. I jumped up, flushed (to save my rescuers from seeing my bidnass) and ran out of the stall with my pants down.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

So I fixed myself up and ran out...then I screamed !!!!!!!!!!!!!


CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE THIS???


And to think, I already used the blog title "You Know You're In A Small Town When..."

You Know You're in a Small Town When...

You're at a 4-way stop sign and you know 3 of the four people stopped.

Happy FALL!