Really

You may know me, or you may pseudo know me, or perhaps you 'blog' know me, but one thing that you should know, is that I love all things that live, swim, eat and breath...

So, at golf today, Kiks and I were toasting up on the 18th hole, (we teed off on the back for the ladies league at 4pm, and decided to play 18...) it's warm, I'm getting crispy with hive highlights, and the game, although fun, is not going well....

Then...

Dramatic pause...

I tee off a killer of a drive with my superduper Cobra offset driver, (really, I mc'smoked it...) then 'POOF' I hit a dove mid flight.

That's right, as my ball is rising straight down the fairway - I crush a beautiful, loving, sweet, unassuming dove mid flight and send it straight to its death 80 yards below.

Not exactly the 'birdie' I was hoping for... (God knows I've heard multiple cheese jokes since incident, not cool folks...)

Poor dove literally exploded on impact. Not pretty. Not good for my brain, as last year I hit a chick (please tell me how I hit a 3 wood 210 yard into the wind with a brutal lie...sorry Mena...) now this.

We put the poor, sweet, still warm bird near the ditch, so that it wouldn't get mushed further by rogue golf cart drivers.

Seriously scarred... You have no idea how this type of thing can affect me...