Evils of Golfing

I'm beginning to think that's what I should have entitled this blog as I sure seem to talk about it quite frequently. Today I almost wanted to smack one of the ladies I played with. In Big Girl golf, you have to keep track of your putts. I have trouble keeping track of most anything (as you know from prior posts) so I invested in a golf counter. It's a small white device I attach to my glove via velcro. After each hit, I turn the dial. And then once I get to the green, I stop turning and attempt to remember putts, which quite frankly is not THAT hard to do. Twice today, this lady said, "Are you sure?" She wasn't doubting my total score, just the number of putts, I guess because she thought - well heck, I'm not even sure what she thought. I just wanted to say, "Why do you care? Do I win a prize? If so, I'd be more than happy to give it to you. And how 'bout MYOB, be-otch!" Thank goodness there was another lady, who supported me on my putt memory. Good grief!