The Boy and I were in Thamesford/London this weekend for family bonding and a little golf. The Boy golfed all weekend, I used my brain and decided golfing in the pouring rain is for fools – and went home.
On Sunday, the weather cooperated and we went out to play in the 5th(ish?) Boy’s family golf invitational. We split into teams 2 girls and 2 gentlemen on each team. This year I told the Boy I was going to win it for my team. He made some sort of snarky comment – no faith in my talent.
What did I do to show him? First hole = BIRDIE, all on my own! That was my first Birdie ever! HURRAY!!! Better yet, in our best-ball 9-hole tournament where we use each person’s drive at least twice, we used mine 3 times! That’s right carrying the team. Turns out I should golf slightly hungover all the time (more on that another day).
How did you spend your 10 million dollar weekend?