I'm not sure what to do now.
I am in fear of the shoe being dropped.
Yesterday, while at a gathering with her family, I mentioned that I really need to get new gold clubs if I'm going to take up the game again.
This morning, she hands me a flyer for a sale at Golf Town and say, "You should go."
We talked about the costs and I explained that what she was seeing was the price for just the set of irons. The drivers, wedges, and putter would cost more. I would get a new bag and shoes, too.
I took a guess at how much it would cost and she still let me out the door.
Not that I need permission, but we work out big purchases together.
It ended up being a bit more than I guessed but I hadn't calculated taxes into my guess.
On the way home I saw my brother's car at his local haunt and I stopped to show him the clubs. He bought me a beer. I texted my wife to let her know. She was a little upset because she had just thrown steaks on the BBQ...
Yeah.
I don't share this stuff to brag.
I am truly stumped. If I could figure out what I've done to deserve this wonderful woman, I'd write a book or bottle up whatever is making it happen and become a gazillionaire.