11-15-08 — It was cold and windy but pretty again.

It was really bright and I forgot my sunglasses.


My hood kept blowing off so we finally just went inside.

When we went out later, I wore my hat and played golf.


The tee box was awfully close to the cart path. I whiffed.

Then I decided the clubs were guns. Or something.


11-16-08 — I pretended to be a bad guy from Warcraft.

The tee was the good guy and he killed me.


It was cooler out, but much less windy. Look at the blue sky!

The golf bad was also a good guy I had to beat up.


The good guys were throwing balls at me (I threw themat myself.)

This is my bad guy stalk. Mama thought it was hilarious.

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