I'm allergic to swinging consistently and the admittedly stereotypical golf culture. My parents live on a golf course in SC and I've met the people that live there. They are not my people. I do like when they do the best ball derby and everyone gets drunk by 9 AM, puts on big hats, and swerves around on their golf carts chasing the best ball. By the time there are only 2 players left all these retirees are completely sloshed and hooping and hollering so much that my stepdad, who flew B52s while bombs burst in the air around him, said it was the most nervous he's ever been. In perhaps one of the most odd traditions, the assembled revelers then brings out Deep Sea Barb, a leviathan of a mermaid, for the ceremonial victor's motor-boating.
My neighbors just built a chicken coop. I told them if they ever have an over abundance of eggs and they just HAVE to get rid of some, I would take some off their hands. Haven't even bought chicks, yet, so a little ways down the road.
Guess I'm counting the eggs before the chickens hatch?