3rd Attempt at Golfing

My husband LOOOOOOOOVES to golf. 

He even used to work at our local golf course. 

We've been together for 8 years.

(8 YEARS?! Wow. 8 Years.)

Last summer I finally relented to let him show me how to golf a little.

We went once and I got frustrated. It was near the end of the season anyway so that was the end of that experiment.

This year I decided to try again. 

Mike recently got new clubs and a bag so he had an old set just waiting for me to say yes.

We went on Mother's day with Mike's mom and dad, and my dad. 

It was a lot of fun. I did ok.

(OK for me is terribly shittastic for anyone else.)

Yesterday at work I sent him a text like, "Hey if it is nice out when we get out of work I'll go golfing with you."

His response was something like:

I did about as well as to be expected for a 3rd attempt at golf.

It is really hard not to get intensely frustrated.

But the hot pink ball really helps my morale.