I begged Hubby (a.k.a. Skinny) to take me to play golf while our kiddos were at church camp for a few hours. Smacking the ball with a driver is tons of fun but after that things get a little sketchy. My handsome hubby was very patient with me today. The first few holes were moving right along and I was hanging in there.
Then things took a turn for the worse. On hole #7 my ball hit a tree then bounced off the golf cart and Hubby had to jump out of the way so it could land 4 inches from where I started. After those, uh, we'll say 10 strokes I started thinking about this blog post and how I needed some pictures.
Hubby thinks I'm crazy.
My score card thinks I need not this hobby:)
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