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
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.
How many golf balls can one guy hit?
I will say this...
he is pretty hot while doing so.