Yesterday after wandering downtown Clarksville, with rain threatning, Stacy wanted to go golfing.
She must have known it was going to be a good day.
Here she is coming out of work all ready to hit the links.
She started taking lessons as a surprise 50th birthday present to me. Who would have thought that after only two years she would beat me.
When she saw her score after we finished the nine holes, a 48, she could not talk, I wish it had stayed that way.
Her game like always was persistent and straight, I was all over the place. Not taking anything away from her, but I could not hit a volleyball with a stick yesterday.
After repeatedly seeing Stacy with her fingers forming the letter "L" on her forehead and mouthing the word loser, she said she would take me to CiCi's so I could gorge myself in Pizza.
And I did.
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