We're going to hit actual golf balls (as opposed to Wifflegolfballs) at some driving range next Tuesday. Not only is that so much cooler than hitting Wifflegolfballs at pillars in a gymnasium, but it means I don't have to go to golf on Thursday! Yayy, getting to sleep past 8:30! On the negative side, I have to get up ass-early next Tuesday (where by ass-early I mean about 2 hours after Susan gets up every day).