Split Half and Half.

Oh ladies.

I wish I could vent and blow steam on here.

But I'm not.

As much as I want to,

and know how wonderful it would feel,

I realize I am just  

frustrated in the moment...

and soon it will pass.

It has to do with a hobby of my honey's.

And that is golfing.

Why must it be so addicting?

I mean seriously.

It's like sometimes I feel as if him and golf

are married,

and I just get to spend time with my husband 

the remainder of the time.

 

Does anyone else feel like this?

 

Maybe I'm being dumb...

and even a slight bit selfish,

because hey...they need their fun,

and something they can enjoy.

 

 But geez.

How many golf balls can one guy hit?

 

I will say this...

he is pretty hot while doing so.

 

 

Told ya. 

:)