Sunday Morning

7:53am tee time. Because we're loud, and hit our balls zig-zag accross the course, and because we like to drive the carts a little faster than what is allowed.

Ian was trying REALLY hard to reach the pedals. By hole #8 he realized that he could just push it down with his hands. Thankfully I was standing nearby!

It was a georgous morning!

Laurel's "technique" makes me smile. She doesn't let her head get into her game. She just smiles and laughs when things don't go exactly her way.

Which is more than I can say for some...(ugh).

We just skipped the tee boxes and drove right up to the 150 yard markers. It still took us 2 hours to play nine, and keeping score was pointless. I know a few cheats in that group!

After a few holes Ian was demanding to get in on the action.

Later in the afternoon we enjoyed poolside ice cream. 

Whenever we get food or drinks at the country club I have to try so hard not to say "Charge it to the Underhills." Ha!