So the weekend was good...was yours?

I raced out as soon as I closed the doors on Friday night to start off my weekend. Hooters with the guys and the boat house the only drawback to being on the boat house is that my cell doesn’t appear to work. Will that stop me from going – no?
Saturday was spent on the golf course whacking away at little white ball, we all loaded up early that morning and headed for the course. After was spent at the clubhouse chatting away with some of the others hoping for an early spring. As I’m sitting there enjoying the conversation a familiar form waltzes in the door, it’s my ex. Oh joy, she’s joined or found out this is my new hangout for the spring.
Later she made it over to our table, how could she not miss us, Wayne had a few too many cocktails and began his usual loud banter about the economy. I wanted the ground to swallow me up right then and there.
First question I asked her is where Elijah might be, “oh with a baby sitter slash roommate” well, whatever. My next question -- what she doing here, yes this is a free country and yes she can go anywhere she wants. But why my country club, Savannah has a million golf courses and country clubs why this particular one? She gave me no distinct answer, how ever she was looking into some part time employment there so that Elijah could do the day care for free. I can’t hold that against her.
I didn’t let having her presence near dampen my spirits and we all opted to check out the tennis courts and pool. I’ve been contemplating a proposal to the club members of an overhaul of those areas for the last two years, this might be the year.
Sunday I missed out on my Gs cooking, she had a wedding to help with and PG was out of pocket going to some ball tournament. I spent most of my day working in my own yard. Tuning up my bike and washing it down from the winter storage. I called and caught Jacks in mid shopping spree; he was at the food store buying for his dinner that night. “Jess and I are making baked chicken and potatoes and veggies.” Wow, where did the exciting dinner meals she was teaching him to cook go? He explained later that this is what he wanted to have, Ok Mr. Plain James, why not kick it up a notch and have some steaks or kabobs? One day or night I will get Mr. Health Nut to break down and have a beer with me and it some good sloppy food.