TGIF

Seriously, this has been the longest week ever..I am so happy that the weekend is a mere 2 hours away...got a great weekend lined up! Well, hopefully, good enough to be deemed blogworthy!
But what I have for you this beautiful hot Friday afternoon is a tale of two young sisters and their transformation into old hags. I had the longest work day on Monday, I started the morning in El Dorado, then to Dumas and then back through Pine Bluff for a late dinner with Kiley. She needed to return an ice chest to a friend's parents so I was happy to ride along. So we went to White Hall for mexican food then off to this very nice almost country club looking neighborhood to return the item. His parents were not home, so Kiley placed the ice chest in their backyard. While she was doing this, I noticed the boys across the street probably 12 in their polo shirts and pressed khaki shorts. They were practicing their golf swings which looked as if they had been working with a golf pro since they could walk. Kiley gets back in the car, and we drive by the kids. They all grin and wave, BUT it was a "i'm up to something, sucker" grin. As we drive off, one of them hits the most beautiful 9 iron shot I have ever seen. He dropped that ball about 5 feet over the car, it bounced and rolled safely away from the jeep. Kiley and I just looked at each other...i said man, I don't think Tiger could have made that shot. When we realized that they were actually hitting the balls at us we became a tad bit irritated at the country club brats! It just so happened that there was a cop sitting at the exit to the subdivision...I yelled at Kiley to pull over and before I knew it, I was informing the police man (which by the way, was so hot and if i would have been thinking at all would have introduced him to my resident sister! ha) of the "hoodlums" in the neighborhood and that they were hitting balls at cars. He tried to hard to keep a straight face, but broke into a chuckle and said where do I find them? I pointed them out and we went on our way. At this point Kiley looked at me and said, "Its official, we just turned into old hags". I called the cops on 12 year old golfers. seriously. I am an old hag.