Last week the hubby had a couple of his friends over to watch the Masters. I ordered hors d'oeuvres for them, they smoked cigars and drank adult beverages and talked politics, sports and who knows what else. I'm not sure how much golf was watched. I didn't monitor the visit, but I know he was as happy as a 9 year old.
I was happy, too. I watched my dvr'd TV shows, painted my toenails, caught up on my Facebook, blog, Twitter, Pinterest and talked on the phone. For hours. Yay.
They wondered when Earl could come out and play again. Anytime, boys, anytime.
Smart lady!
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