Day One Thousand and Thirty-Three

The Pink and Blue Conley War

We walked past the putt put course, on the way to early morning gas station coffee under the warm Oklahoma sun, when Adam leaned over and whispered to me, "I'll annihilate you." Uhm, excuse me?! I looked over and he was staring at the course. Ohhhh buddy. You're on, Mr. Con. "How many holes are in a putt putt game?" he asked. Duh, 18. "Just the amount of strokes it'll take for me to finish the course," he said with a crooked smile. It was instant marital war.

And a war I badly, badly lost. 

Annihilation by definition.  

I stood no chance.

Darnit.