This feels odd...

Alright, y'all.  Prepare for a princess moment.

Any of you who read regularly have probably gathered that I live in Augusta, Georgia.  You likely also know that every year at this time, I am one of the very, very fortunate souls who gets to attend the Masters .  Yes, every year.  It's what my mom and I do.  It just is.  And although we broke tradition last year and sat on the first fairway due to her aching hip, we prefer to sit at ten.  That, too, is just what we do.  We place our chairs, walk around for a bit, then get pimento cheese sandwiches and sit back down.  Through the day, we spot people that we've seen year after year, go for more pimento cheese sandwiches (we walk them off, so hush), and go to the gift shop to see what new colors shirts are being offered up in.  And hats.   And the little ribbon belts.  Every year, we forget to refresh our stash of Masters socks.

But what am I doing this year?  This didn't really hit me until today, when I checked the weather and saw it would be raining, then thought, "Whoa.  I'm glad I'm not going to be there in this weather."  That is a lie.  I am *bummed*, and wish I would have decided to go out there for just a little while, maybe just a couple of hours one morning.  I could make it to where Mom and I sat last year without a lot of drama, I think.  Someone could drop me off, I could roll up to the gate, and in I would go - - right to do a little shopping so I would have a handy logo picnic bag (ahem), and then straight to the nearest concession to get my sandwich(es) and mini Moon Pie(s).  And my water(s).  Can't forget my water(s).  Then I could roll to the nearest safe surface and just *be* there for a little while.  And then I could roll right back out and come home happy, full of pimento cheese sandwich(es), and not feeling like something is missing.  But I decided not to go, and told Mom she could let one of my stepbrothers use my ticket because I was being practical.  Now I am using my cast to kick myself.  Hard.

I'm going to go get my pink Masters plushie bunny to snuggle and pout through Sunday evening.