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.

Now who doesn’t like clowns?

Ducks

Stand clear of people who are crazy about 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.