Back to golf

I don't know if anyone remembers but last summer my darling man tried to teach me to golf. I didn't do so well at it. Honestly I think my boobs got in the way. But today he's going to begin giving me golf lessons again. He swears he's going to be patient and not so jumpy and loud but I don't know...we'll have to see. One smartass remark and I might just hit him with the golf stick--er, club. It is club, isn't it?

Oh, at least the clubhouse has margaritas!!!

Have a great day!