So I'm going through my usual golf withdrawl during the winter months here in PA, and to pass the time I've got one of those practice putt sender back thingys that I do about 100 times a day. Well, last night I got tired of putting so I decided to practice some chipping. I used an old matt so not to dig holes in my carpet. Well after I holed out a few of those and moved further and further away, I decided to get cocky and practice some flop shots. At first I was doing pretty well. I hit about 5 in a row that were really good - then all of a sudden - SHANK.... CRASH! And there went the glass vase on top of the coffee table. Now what happend next was extraordinary. You know those owls that you see on the animal planet that make those tremendously loud screeching noises? Well, my wife was able to mimick that sound exactly. It was quite amazing really, because it came from the other end of the house. Now, when she came into the living room I witnessed a transformation that I've never seen before. What was standing in front of me was no longer my wife, but a snarling red beast with veins popping out of it's forhead. Much like the Incredible Hulk she developed super-human strength which she used upon me to grab the wedge out of my hand and throw me on the couch like a rag doll. She then stared at me and all I saw in her eyes was pure evil. As I sat there frozen with fear a million things were going through my head as to what to say to her. Finally in a squeaky little voice I muttled "Does this mean I can't practice putting in the living room anymore?"