Do like I did, and join the ranks of teaching professionals. All you have to do to get in the PGA is pass an easy playing test, work for three years at $17,000 a year as a cart boy or counter jockey, do all the workbooks and pass all the tests, then find some cow pasture that will allow your sorry butt to solicit lessons. Then you've got it made.
Wife on the phone... "Hey, sweetie. Where are you?"
Hubbie... "I'm still at work, as usual."
Work = Golf
Golf = Work
It's very convenient.
Warning: Always check your back right pocket before going home. The glove hanging out of the pocket is a sure giveaway.
You seemed to have come up with a brilliantly simple solution to the problem at hand by attaching your livelihood to golf. The resulting problem will require a thread of it's own to discuss how to convince the wife to live in a cow pasture on the salary of a counter jockey for at least 3 years!
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