Balls

Got your attention, didn't I?

Sorry to disappoint but I've got golf balls in mind while I'm writing this. Yes, golf balls. My darling man has decided that we would have a grand old time if we took up golf--together. What could I say? When I wanted him to take ballroom dancing with me, he did it. And when I thought we should try para-sailing, he did it. So golf? I've got to give it a go.

Today was our first official golf date. Who knew that chasing a little white ball around on the grass with a stick could use so many muscles? Who knew? And why on earth didn't they tell me before I agreed to do this crazy thing??!!??

All I can say is I liked driving the little cart. That's it. Just the cart.

We have another golf date on Tuesday. Let's all pray for rain. Golf gets cancelled in the rain, doesn't it? It does...doesn't it? Please, my aching butt, begs you...please say no one golfs in the rain.