My letter to the guy gang

Dear Jeremiah, Christopher, David Evans and Brandt-

Thank you Jeremy, Christopher and David Evans for taking me golfing tonight. It was exactly what the doctor ordered...until the eighth hole. I loved every minute of it! I loved Christopher's eating of his second bag of nutter butters which he won fair and square. I loved David Evans helmet-needed manuever with the tree on the third hole. I loved everything about Jeremy, so there! But, in particular I love how Jeremy yelled to me to duck in the tree so that David Evans' tee shot would not de-capitate me...Good call Jer!!
Brandt, you may be wondering where you come into this. Well, it's very simple. Thank you for allowing David Evans to come with us. We all know that must have been difficult. But, you are growing big and strong, and you are brave!
I would like to end this letter by listing my memories of tonight: Jeremy perfectly lining his hot dogs with mustard in straight lines; David Evans eating bread with mayo, and nothing else; Christopher telling me that I hit the ball "solid," which really meant "way too far!"; Jeremy throwing me new tees and balls throughout the night; David Evans just about killing two men standing near the water who then blamed ME for the hit (mine went INTO the water, thank you very much); Christopher hitting 150 yard tee shots with a pitching wedge (Jerk!); all of them cheering me on with every shot. You were so sweet!
What husband invites his wife to go golfing with the guy gang? A husband who knows his wife will bring treats!!!!!!!!
Love,
Heidi Manwell