With one minor exception. Mr. D and my dad went real golfing, a whole 18 holes. Most people know that I aspire to be an amazing wife, artist, teacher, marathoner, cook, mother, gardener... but something I really want to be pro at is golfing. Mr. D (who hits the links every chance he gets) bought me my own putter, golf shoes, glove, and set of clubs about two Christmases back, and I still haven't been on the green with him. So just between you and me, my goal for next summer is to be good enough at golfing that Mr. D will want to take (not drag) me along for at least a 9-hole outing on a real golf course. Is that too much to ask?