The Driving Range

We were able to have another evening of family fun by heading out to the driving range tonight after dinner. It was a first time experience for me and Eli, although I think he looks like a pro.

It started out lots of fun, but the man beside me decided to give me "tips." I know he was trying to be nice, but clearly I was out with my husband and son, not golfing in the stinking PGA tournament.

Poor Eli got a massive blisters from trying to golf as a lefty while using right handed clubs! He also decided that throwing the balls was more fun than driving them. Have you ever tried to convince a two year old of something...ha! Luckily, I improved my game a little. I'd call that a successful night.

So I saved the best part of this outing for last because it was one of my finer moments in life. When we got to the driving range, I got out of the van and could tell immediately that my crotch up wringing wet. We didn't have any drinks in the car, and Aunt Flow is expected any day now, so I panicked thinking I was unprepared for my monthly visitor.

Well, no sooner had I had that thought, when something large and slimy fell off my shorts. Ya'll I about passed out right there in the parking lot because I just knew I was dying. Finally, I brought myself to look, and low and behold...it was a banana.

That's right, I had unknowingly sat on a banana thus squishing it all over my lower half, the seat, and now the parking lot. I just burst out laughing and couldn't stop. By the grace of God my gym bag was still in the car, so after a quick wardrobe change, I was ready to go!!

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