I would know if anyone broke into our home and watched our TV, because when I turned on the TV next, it would not be on the golf channel.
The TV is always on the golf channel. Always.
I've given up complaining about watching golf. It's useless. The golf channel is Will's reason for living. Next to water, it's the only thing he needs to survive.
In the past two years I've learned entirely too much about golf, golfers, and anything golf related.
Here's an example of why golf has taken over my life:
I walked by the wall of TVs at work yesterday on my way back to the pharmacy from a break. The sound was off, but I caught a glimpse of a golfer on the screens.
Immediately, I knew his name, I knew that he was from Ireland, and I even knew the name of the little town in Ireland that he is from.
That should not happen. I should not have that information in my brain.
Right now, as I type this, the golf channel is on TV. Will is not home, but I'm oddly interested in the US Open this weekend. Rory is making history. I hope he doesn't choke the way he did during the Masters.
He's from Holywood, Ireland...FYI.
*Sigh*
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Another maternity pic. I edited a bunch this morning and posted them on Flickr, if you'd like to check them out :)
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