Soul Crushing

Quick post. So the Wife ended up not having to play golf last night, instead we both went to the Diversey driving range after dinner. Both of us had a pretty miserable showing. The Wife could only hit an 8 iron with any regularity. I had my usual showing of one good strike to four bad hits. Surprisingly, I did pretty well with the drivers. Anyhow, at one point near the end of her bucket, after a particularly bad hit, the wife turns to me and says, "This is crushing my soul." Good times. We decompressed by taking a nice walk by the lake and stopped by beach to say hi to people and then a pleasant walk back to the car.