But we mean well.
Today, DH and I went out for a quick 9 holes of golf. Ok, maybe I wasn't QUICK, maybe I am freaking slow, progressing at the rate of 75 yards per swing. Ah well.
We finished up, and I happened to look at the flag pole. "Gee, honey, that flag looks terrible!" "Yeah, I noticed it when I came out here yesterday." He paused for a minute, and said "You know, we have that flag BB sent. We could go grab it, and swap them out."
So we did. On our way back to the golf course, I told DH "You know, he must have won this in a quarterly award or something." Holy crap, I felt terrible for not understanding that earlier. My daughter's ex-boyfriend's little brother won a military award, and sent it to us, and I didn't SEE that. How stupid of me.
We swapped out flags quickly and with decorum. The old flag was so tattered, I cased it while DH hoisted the first one. There was no danger of it sweeping the ground. The golf course cashier kept saying how sweet we were. We weren't sweet. We just happened to have a flag that a 22 year old kid sent us from the Horn of Africa. How lucky we are to know him. DH said "I got to play a round of golf, and we did the flag thing. This is the best 4th ever!"
I totally agree.