Oh my gosh, I want the name of the book please. Hubby and his golfing buddy (they're like the Bobsy twins joined at the hip) always roll their eyes when I use a different name for anything having to do with golf.

Apprently, you don't get caught in a sandpit but a sandtrap, and the big ole grass on the sides is rough, not grunge. Also, yodeling while climbing up a hill using your five-iron as a cane is strictly prohibited.

I'd love to get those names. Then I'd be using REAL names and they couldn't roll their eyes. I mean really, how boring is it to say, "I'll use my driver" when you could say "Gimme my mashie, I'll whack that outta here."