Saturday, April 9, 2011

G is for Golf Balls

I missed my post yesterday. I feel so embarrassed. I'll get on with it. Golf balls. Some may wonder why I would pick such a topic for 'g' day. I don't play golf. But I live on a golf course. I get golf balls in my yard DAILY! I'm on the 4th fairway, so I expect golf balls. I'm surprised by the number of bad golfers there are out there. Not only do I get golf balls in the back yard where I expect them, but I get golf balls in the front yard which is just sad...sad that there are such bad golfers. I will say that I've lived in this house for about 12 years or so and only have one broken window, so it's not bad. But mowing is a bitch because if you've missed a golf ball it can be ugly when the mower gets ahold of it! I have a basket full of golf balls, what the hell will I do with them?

1 comment:

  1. My in-laws live on a golf course. My father in law puts them in empty egg cartons and sells them by the dozen. You'd be surprised that there is actually a market for them!