Today Dave came home from work a little early and wondered if I might want to go golfing with him. It was a beautiful, sunny day... a perfect day for golf, I thought. Well, needless to say, I did not do so well. It was a very frustrating golf outing for me. It was HOT, and there I was on the middle of a golf course in the bright sun, whiffing the ball. Does anyone but me have a hard time keeping their arm straight, keeping their eyes on the ball, opening the face of their club, pretending your club is a "noodle", and making sure you follow through on your swing? My poor honey, I wasn't a very good partner today.
Martha, you and I were just discussing this type of thing today. I got so angry at one point when I whiffed the same ball about 5 times, that I said I just wanted to throw the dan thing. I didn't swear I said, "dan". Dave said that it counts as a swear word...but I didn't swear! Do you think God took away some points for that one? ;)