I Survived… Mini Golf

I am a recovering complainer.

I am not the type of person that you invite over for game night. Especially not Monopoly or Uno. Apparently I have an evil twin sister that comes out and gets a tiny bit competitive. (Although part of me prefers to believe my friends are making this up. I certainly never saw her…). On the weekend, we went to play mini golf.

Either it was due to the amazing company we were in or the no complaining challenge, but I did not yell or scream or throw the golf club or any other objects or jumped around in fury like Rumpelstiltskin and I sincerely wanted the little ones to win.

Is it our kids that make us grow up?

Be nice.

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