Sunday, 21 April 2013

Blue

I did play golf with my sister and her husband once before I left Florida.  Barb decided to come out to watch us when she finished with her stitching group.

She drove around on the golf cart.  She drove past the people who we bought our place from.  They asked where she was going.  She said she was looking for me on the golf course.

They said, "Is that him in the blue shirt?"  Barb said, "Yes that’s him".  They said, “Does he where blue shirts all the time?”

When we got back to Canada, Barb went out and bought me some golf shirts in other colours.

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