This weekend - I was in a wonderful mood, sunroof open - music blaring, driving home. Andrew was supposed to be picking up Tucker from the vet (just regular shots, no injuries this time). I get a call from him that his truck won't crank. URGH! I didn't let it bother me - no reason to let it. So he called the shop, got the wrecker on the phone, and it cranked! I ran to pick up Tucker, where Andrew met us, and we took the truck to the shop. Andrew was following Tucker and me, and got several pictures of Tucker riding with his head out the sunroof. (Andrew said had it not been for Tucker riding like this and falling down inside the car and biting the air, he would have been in an extremely poor mood. I knew we got a dog for a reason!) They had it fixed on Saturday - it was a short in the "anti-theft system." Electrical, again.
Saturday - we did house work, then played golf in the afternoon. It is the running joke that I manage to find mud like a 3 year old little boy on the golf course...and it is true. If I don't come off the course splattered with mud, it wasn't a good round. The picture below is on the 6th tee box...please note the spot of mud just above my ankle...you can't see it - but it is about an inch. It is was a beautiful, hot afternoon. I played a little too well. Like really well. But it was fun!!
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