It's been a crazy weekend, with much of Sunday spent with my mom, who's a major golf fan, and not a bad player herself when she was younger. She still has her hole-in-one trophy.
Since I spent most of the day at my mother's, I didn't get around to blogging today.
But because part of our conversation between lunch and pedicures and shopping (both for clothes and food) was about Brexit and the U.S. presidential election and, of course, how they converged at Donald Trump's renovated Turnberry, Scotland, golf course and resort, the following tax-related golf quip seemed an appropriate substitute for a lengthier post.
Golf is like taxes. You drive hard to make the green, then end up in the hole.
