Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is Dad's birthday. I gave him a new golf glove yesterday because I couldn't wait. (Really it was Mom who couldn't wait, but sometimes I cover for her.) He really likes it. He wore it a lot yesterday "to break it in." Mom said he needed to be careful not to turn into Michael Jackson. It's white but it doesn't sparkle. So it's all good.

Dad hit golf balls all over the yard and I went and retrieved them. He says I can caddy for him anytime. I got a little upset when a cat came and started pouncing on the balls. "Hey, that's my job." The cat didn't listen and I kinda lost it. Mom made some rude comment like: "Large dogs can jump on you and lick you and you laugh, but a cat pounces on a golf ball and you cry, Ben? Be a little tougher bud." She was not very understanding of my feelings.