Like our official pet number one, we gotta play too.
Last week it was literally a week of play for us. At golf that is. A crazy week seems more like it. Monday and Thursday, both of us went to the driving range. Tuesday morning, we walked nine holes. Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, both of us played 18-holes. It was crazy.
Didn’t we work? Well, I think hubby deferred some stuff while I had several projects that were pending. So instead of twiddling my thumbs in the office in anticipation, better to sweat out the anxiety on the golf course.
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