That's CRAZY TALK!

My dear husband Brian has lost his mind.

And I can't really blame him.

I'm almost in the same predicament. I went to take a picture of the snow falling with my new camera, and realized that I already had that shot. Four weeks ago. Three weeks ago. Two weeks ago.

And here we are again.

Brian LOVES to play disc golf. It's basically playing golf with frisbees, but of course it's more complicated than that. He has "drivers" and "putters" and a disc golf bag I bought him for his birthday with a towel hanging off of it.

You might think it's not a big sport, but that's where you'd be wrong.

Frisbee golf is huge. It's an environmentally friendly sport too -- instead of manicured courses, disc golf courses can be set up in city parks, and players play 18 holes just like regular golf.

There's even a Professional Disc Golfers Association (click on the title of this blog if you want to see their web site).

With courses around the world -- Brian even found one near Paris when we traveled last year -- he LOVES the game, and has drawn his friends into it.

The running joke was that Brian would wake up Saturday mornings and do his "chores" -- he'd clean the house with all sorts of energy, then the phone would ring late Saturday morning, and invariably it was Donny or Scott or Matty looking to play.

So let's get back to why my poor husband has lost his mind.

Last winter, he played almost every weekend. Last summer he played every weekend -- sometimes twice.

Then out of the blue this morning, he said "I think I'm going to sell my discs on eBay".

There was a moment when I thought "He's gone nuts." But then I realized why he said it.

Today, for the fourth or fifth weekend in a row, it's snowing, it's cold, and Brian can't go play.

The weather outside looks more suitable for polar bears than people, again.

So I guess I'm not the only one looking outside and saying "ENOUGH ALREADY!"