A Long and Winding Road

The Boy and Genius Golfer went to St. George for some get-away-golfing, and I suspect, some Mom-Free Guy time.  So when I got home from work today I texted them both to see when I should expect them and whether they'd want to eat dinner.  I didn't hear from either of them for a while.

Just a few minutes ago, The Boy texted back "Pray for us.  We might make it home by 11 tonight, or we could run out of gas."  (They took the Honda--our CNG car--for this trip becasue it was going to be cheaper to drive.)  When I asked him "What's wrong? Where are you?" he texted back they were in Nevada somewhere and if they needed to they'd call a tow truck.  I asked what they were doing in Nevada, and his answer was golfing.

Well.

If they got themselves into a mess because they just  couldn't quit golfing?!?!  I don't really feel sorry for them.  And more over, if this "tow truck" solution they came up with ends up being the option they use, I'm only guessing here, but I know it will be more money than a big week of groceries.  And I won't feel bad about that either.

Golfing cannot be this important!