Ah, the range. Might as well be the shooting range, as my ego is machine-gunned-down every time.
My socks were the best ones out there, though.
3PM Try not to hurt myself or others at the Miami Springs Golf & Country Club Driving Range.
Seven days. One week. Next Monday.
Yeah. I know. I’m freaking.
2 PM Have the classic pan con bistec y papitas fritas, followed by a flan de leche and a cafe at Rio Cristal in Westchester.
3 PM Pay the consequences of having a decadent lunch.
And on the tenth day Mari rested. With her dog. But not without comedy relief.
3 PM Nap with Chilli.