As if Tuesday weren’t weird enough for me, something else happened last night. I noticed I hadn’t seen our cat Bruno all day long, which is so unlike him. He’s kind of in your face a lot when he wants affection, and to just not see him (or hear him) is really out of character. I worried that he somehow got out and then got lost, or that he had crawled somewhere hidden in the house and died. We launched a full scale search for him around the house and I went to look behind the sofa in the formal living room and found glass. Lots of it. At first I thought it was a broken trinket or picture frame, since the cats are always knocking stuff over, but then realized it was our front window. Next to the pile of glass was a golf ball.
Yes, we live on a golf course, but you have to be a damn bad shot to even get the ball into our front yard, much less through our window. The previous owners had only one ball come through the window in the 30 years they lived in the house. Scott checked and there was no note on the door or anything. I was really angry. He is down there right now talking to the people at the country club to see what can be done as far as getting us compensated, whether it’s from the country club itself or from tracking down the guilty party.
We were upset because we’re working so hard to save money for the wedding, and then something like this happens, where we have to shell out a couple hundred bucks for something that’s someone else’s fault. If you can afford to play golf at the country club, you can afford to fucking pay for our broken window. Right now I have a few layers of Saran wrap taped over the hole to keep bugs, moisture, etc. out of the house. It looks kind of tacky, but better that than an infestation of wasps and mosquitos!
Oh, and we found Bruno. He was hidden asleep in the linen closet on a navy blue blanket. 
WTF?! Given the location of your house, I would NEVER guess that someone could (or would?) actually hit a golf ball through your window. I would think it would be as likely as MY window getting broken from a golf ball!! I am very sorry to hear that. I’m glad everyone is OK though and that Bruno is safe and sound.
Yeah seriously. The ladies’ tee for the 8th hole is close to our house, but unless the person is a serious dee dee dee, I don’t see how she could have possibly swung that hard 180 degrees from where she should have aimed the ball.
Have I ever told you that I <3 you for the "dee dee dee" usage?
As for the golf ball nonsense:
1) Even if the hole is in your front yard, striking the ball hard enough to overshoot the green with enough force to break a window takes a severe Dee^3
2) It takes a special kind of asshole to break someone’s window and then think it’s okay to mosey on about your business like nothing happened. I bet whoever did it drives a Yukon and dropped their kids off at soccer practice so they could avoid being a parent for a few more hours.
You are so right about #2. I just wonder what kind of jobs these people have that they can just take off work a couple of afternoons a week for golf.
oh, they aren’t off work… they are having a “business meeting” *rolls eyes*
I despise anyone who has a job and gets paid to play golf because he incorporates a meeting into it. Rediculous.
I incorporate business into a *LOT* of activities. But I only log my time for when I work more than I play.
Oh don’t even get me started…
Sarcastically paraphrasing from DeAnna’s profile (as in evil bitch who helped ruin my trip to FSU this past fall…I’m sure I’ve mentioned it)…”OMG my husband is the shit. He moved into outside sales so now he gets to do whatever the fuck he wants all the time. He has so much freedom!! And OMG isn’t it so cool that he gets to play golf 2-3x a week and call it work?!?!? Did I mention that my husband is this shit?”
Yeah. If driving a golf cart around drunk is a job…
You should call her DeedeedeeAnna, because she sounds like a freakin’ idiot.
LMAO. Idiot doesn’t begin to describe her. Your head would explode if you had to spend more than 2 minutes talking to her. If I could access FB at work, I would totally copy her “about me” section for your entertainment
(evil grin)
Where did the deedeedee thing come from? (All I can think of when I read it (and I know it’s totally unrelated) is this PS3 b’ball game Matt has and the players say “D D D” when they want defense…LOL)
Dee dee dee is a Carlos Mencia thing.
Here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0h0z6vkcY10
Oooh, if she’s in the Bham network, I can see her profile. E-mail me her last name and I’ll see if I can access it. ::evil grin::
you’re so bad
…then sign me up! And Peachtree City has proven that driving golf carts drunk doesn’t have to involve golf, so you don’t need to pretend to know what club does what or anything like that.
Is your house close enough to the course that a hypothetical bad shot would need to be within earshot of breaking glass? Maybe the culprit is so incredibly bad that they didn’t realize the ball went in the direction of your window.