Written on 6-28-24.
It’s my birthday again! I am 13 years old.Ack! I'm a teenager. Ack! I'm a teenager. Today, Belinda slept in with me, which was a rare treat. She is normally a morning person, and I am…not. Then I got ready to play golf. It’s a glorious Friday here, and we got our chores done yesterday, so off I went.
When I arrived, I saw the parking lot was full due to a tournament, so I decided to practice until it opened after the tournament ended. As I worked on my putting, I noticed my fly was wide open. I attempted to zip up, but this pair of shorts had the zipper stuck closed for years…or so I thought. I kept them in circulation, because I could shimmy into them by pulling them up over my hips. Afterwards, I would tighten my belt, and I was set.
I relay this story, because I think it’s hilarious and it’s a great way to celebrate life. Life can be embarrassing. I went into the bathroom to wrestle with the zipper, but to no avail. I couldn’t find the spots to put the zipper ends into to get them threaded together again. Also, I didn’t have my readers. I put them back on, and I pulled my belt tight to keep up the appearance that they were zipped, but it was still a risk.
I tried on five pairs of shorts, but none of them were right. The cost was high, too! My frugal self thought, “Why spend $80 plus tax for a new pair of shorts when I could simply drive home and put on a pair I already own?”
So, I did. I came back, and I played nine holes on my birthday. Hooray!
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