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Watch out Pheasant Run here we come

The home office I have decided we need to spend more time together, therefore we have signed up for a couples golf league on Friday evenings.

DLS is a good golfer now that he has learned to control his angry side and not throw clubs. I am a so-so golfer wanting to learn, but I do not take golfing direction well from my significant other.

We also let one another know exactly what we think of our spouse's golf game, sometimes rather loudly and at the wrong time. I tend to voice my suggestions for the home office's game typically during his backswing, let me tell you that is NOT the right time to do that.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention we are both fiercely competitive and hate to lose?

Sounds like the perfect recipe for some good quality time as a couple, right?

As my father used to say to my sister and me before we tried something he knew was going to be an interesting public outing, "Let's just hope you two don't make complete asses out of yourselves in front of everyone in town."

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hmmmm...Can you imagine how loud it would get if my spouse and I joined you? I think we'd get kicked off the course. You are a brave woman, Ms. Schmidt.

Luci
Susan said…
I think it would be fun! Remember all of the fun we had golfing together on the league? We would just ignore the boys and have a blast.
bobbione8y said…
how about dinner and a movie?

:)
Susan said…
I love going to dinner and a movie, but we decided we needed to get a long term hobby. So we chose golf. Should be interesting to see how we will fare when we are old and gray.
Karen said…
Would pay cash to sit back and watch this hobby. You could be your own reality show..

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