Wednesday, May 26, 2010
THE EXPLODING GOLF BALL
I love dreams.
Last night, Tom and I were dancing around a burn barrel. Inside the barrel and flames were jumping. We were doing trick shots with golf balls. You know the kind, over the shoulder, 10 paces away, eye closed sort of shots to listen for the ball fall into the container.
THEN, the golf balls all exploded and flames jumped high into the sky.
It was lightening outside, it wasn't golf balls at all. Oh crap.