[12 piece bucket]

I have found that pouting and throwing fits will usually get my hubby to drag his aspirations to the golf course with me. I try not to play by myself when he is home because the guilt trip awaiting my return is too much to bear.

Well this big ole helicopter thang come down out the sky . . . and there was this whatchacallit that looked just like a wo-man. . . it said . . . GET YOUR CLUBS LET'S PLAY 36!!! I fell straight off the damn tractor . . . when I come to . . . there wuz an upside down footjoy logo right there on my noggin. And some strange lookin' chunks of grass that looked like a dang bacon strip. I ain't come out the double wide since even when that tornado ripped the roof of the shed.

Uh are you from Mars? I have never met such a being. Take me to your leader.