A mostly free Saturday afternoon, with golf on the mind and on the television, a laptop with a wireless connection, and an empty wallet was the perfect equipment set for my exercises in drooling control.
Numerous manufacturer's and auction sites left me wanting. Nobody was handing out New Nike Sasquatch Drivers, Slingshot irons, Hybrid clubs, Tiger Woods pitching wedges, or Oz putters for free, and my inability at this point to even produce an income in the month of July (which surprisingly hasn't hit Jenny or I as a scary thing yet) left me unable to secure any new toy.
I understand that I'm not near a life point where "new toys" are what I get to think about. I'm in a life stage where, simplify and save, is on the mind.
If any of you are looking for new clubs, I've done the research and would love to break them in with you on the course.
Next on the agenda, wait for Jenny to get home so we can continue to live life through Jack Bauer (if you have never watched 24, you should borrow season 1 from me), where I am assured there will be enjoyable entertainment, and no situations worth drooling over.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
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