Happy Husband

My husband went golfing with a good friend. He keeps 3 different scores--totals, putts and one other. He enjoyed himself so was in a good mood. After golfing, he went grocery shopping. I came home and because I went out on our date the previous evening, the dogs didn't get their walk. After work, I tucked them into their safety harnesses and trekked around the field. I got home and couldn't find my pedometer. I knew that I had halfway around the field so retraced my steps, only to realize that it had most likely fallen off when I took off Pudge's safety harness. Yes, it was indeed behind the couch. My husband laughed because he had hiked back to a previous hole looking for his 7 iron. He found it in his bag under the 6 iron cover. He made hamburgers and we had salad. So I would say doing things does lift his mood. My friend called and was in good spirits because some family had come from the western side of the state and had brought her some Wendy's. And they shared some good conversation. Nice for her her to know that her family cares and that they can laugh together. About my boss, he doesn't know how to fix errors when I balance the drawer incorrectly. It happened because I had a paid out and check and got discombuberated. He caught himself in his rant, "How many times have I told you....!" Well, get the accountant to show you how to fix it. Other people are simply critical and opinionated, and the best course for me is to stay away.