Matthew Has The Skillz That Chicks Dig

You've heard that girls are only into guys with good skills right?  You know-- nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, golfing skills... 

Before I get the real story (which the foreboding italics seem to indicate involves golfing), I want you to imagine Matthew's nunchuck skills.  Really get a good picture in your head.  Got it?  Does he have a Rambo-style headband and the eyes of a madman in your imagination?  Mine too.  Think about him getting a good flail going with those things.  Did he knock himself in the face?  Mine too.  Enjoy that picture for just a second longer.  Ahh... Laughter is the best medicine, especially at Matt's expense (oh, yeah, Aurelia and I have a bitchin' cold).

Now that that fun is over, let me tell you a little story.  Friday marked the end of spring classes on campus for Matt.  After shepherding the graduation ceremony stragglers for a few hours, he and about thirty co-workers took off for a celebratory ding-dong-the-kids-are-gone round of golf at North Idaho's tiniest (not in a miniature sense) course.  They split up into groups of four, generally based upon verbal surveys relating to skill--or, in Matthew's group's case, lack there of.  On a nine-hole golf course, on which there is a par of 27, my dear husband scored a cool 74.  Golfing skills (in terms of hitting the ball in or around the hole) he has not.  Hitting the ball at full-speed into a co-worker's leg as she stands 10 feet from him--now, there is something that man knows how to do and do it right.  Picture him pulling the club back, swinging forward, smacking into the white ball (in my imagination, he is super proud of the hit for about 2 seconds, just before a lady screams).  The woman had to stop her game and ice the injury.  There was talk of sending her to the emergency room.

She did not go to the hospital, but I'm pretty sure Matt is planning on skipping the golfing trip next summer.

A side note: we had a great time at a friend's Mother's Day barbeque.  They set a sprinkler up underneath their trampoline, and the kids were able to bounce in the spray.  Aurelia really wanted to give it a try.  In lieu of a swimsuit, she nuded up and sat on the edge of the trampoline, while the bigger girls jumped.  Her little butt got some serious air, and she was cackling the whole time.  What a great idea!! (And despite my ravings from yesterday, I had forgotten my camera...)