It's Sunday? You're sure?

I went to a wine festival w/L and Jo last Sunday. Lovely afternoon at a local vineyard. That’s the last positive thing I recall from the entire week that just was, as it marked the onset of what has become the sinus/cold/sick spell from hell.

Seriously — I have lost this entire week to a haze of antihistamines/decongestants/anything in a blister pack that looked like it might help.

Just for kicks, toss in two missed days of work, at least one missed deadline, a trip to the dentist, and my parents’ request that I ‘look through’ the packet outlining a potential new supplemental insurance plans they’ll be needing help evaluating, en route to a decision they shouldn’t even have to be making (thank you, really, GM.)

I resurfaced last night, just in time to greet R with a shining face and, umm, a request that she please play tag with the muttlet who really didn’t care any longer that mama needed to sleep. Who needs chicken soup? I just wanted someone to entertain the dog.

But wait. There could be no tag just yet. R had just come from her first all-day golf scramble with her ‘new’ company. That explained the stripe marks at her temples. And why before tag, she must tell the story of the GREATEST HOLE CHALLENGE EVER.

Okay. So she’s a tiny bit competitive. I just never knew she could be so conniving. So… casually ‘corporate’ in her willingness to join any old foursome just to participate.

Her poor co-workers. All these weeks of talking up the fun to be had at the scramble, the good cause they’d be raising funds to support. Sure, there were hole challenges — closest to the pin, longest drive, etc. Who’d won the past couple of year’s?  J of course, she ALWAYS wins. Every year. No one comes close.

J, meet R. The new hire in IT.

Now I’m not saying for sure she did any advance scouting of the course, though she’d played it before. And yes, she may have mentioned a trip to the driving range earlier in the week. But she’d obviously seen J. Petite J, who one wouldn’t immediately think had such upper body strength.

To hear R tell it, she shook off the nerves as the hole approached. Perhaps even went wide right or left a hole or two before. Then stepped up to the tee. Took a breath…. and smoked it. Her word, not mine.

Apparently left herself and her co-workers awestruck. Somewhere a CBS commentator is reverently whispering her name at this very moment.

As she says (yes, she’s STILL saying it) ” leaving no doubt there’s a new dog on the porch”.

Huh? What does a dog have to do with golf? I may be on cold meds… but I still don’t get it.

But that’s probably okay. Cause I’ll be hearing the story of the GREATEST HOLE CHALLENGE EVER until Easter, at least.