And for 1 minute, 24 seconds, I was a golden God. I dropped the ball less than 1 foot from the pin. Glorious moment. Made the guys at Plante-Moran annoyed too, I made sure to rub it in, after all, they are the bastards that made my life hell for a few months at the old place... Felt very liberating.
Got home, the wife was furious, I left her alone with Chloe for most of the evening, and Chloe was less than accomodating to her while I was gone.
I really hate coming home with the feeling that all hell is breaking loose, and there is a "bomb" of sorts waiting for me at the house.
But at least the golf contest was fun.....
