"How was your golf game, dear?" asked
Jack's wife Edna.
"Well, I was hitting pretty well, but
my eyesight's gotten so bad I couldn't
see where the ball went."
"But you're seventy-five years old, Jack!"
admonished his wife, "Why don't you take my
brother Ronald along?"
"But he's eighty-five and doesn't even
play golf anymore," protested Jack.
"But he's got perfect eyesight. He could
watch your ball," Edna pointed out.
The next day Jack teed off with Ronald
looking on. Jack swung, and the ball
disappeared down the middle of the fairway.
"Do you see it?" asked Jack.
"Yup," Ronald answered.
"Well, where is it?" yelled Jack, peering
off into the distance.
"I forgot." Ronald replied.
Thank you Lori, this is SO special!
Hey! how about signing my score card...ah, guest book!
I've added an alternate guestbook in case
the first isn't working~
I don't want to miss anyone!