I like golfing because I get to use my pretty pink and orange golf balls that James bought just for me.

James likes golfing with me because I get to be his caddy.

Yesterday was the best day of golf I've ever had because I got my very first ball mark after hitting a very beautiful shot (which was a little too beautiful because it hit the green and continued to bounce right past the hole and down a very large hill). Can you see it?

I was so proud of myself.
On a side note, I cut my hair for those of you who didn't already know. I went crazy and decided to donate it. I'm still getting used to not being able to put my hair in a ponytail without a million clips holding it in place. But I like it. I want it to grow out a little bit, but it's a fun change from having really long hair. And I get to look like Erin.
Another side note, here's another picture of Diesel listening to the walls talk to him. I just think it looks so silly. What dog sits and stares at walls?

