And blindsided takes on a whole new meaning! So there I was, minding my own business on a sunny Sunday afternoon and out of nowhere comes a golf ball. Well, maybe not nowhere. I was working, if you can call driving a beer cart around a golf course working; when destiny gave me a golf ball. To the face.
I look like Quasimoto on a good day, but you know what? That's ok.
Reality check. Some people are born blind, right? So I guess I shouldn't bitch. In all truth I was lucky, It narrowly missed taking my eye out completely. Plus they gave me a good supply of Vicodin so I'm cherry.
kisses all
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