November. The 11th month of the year. A solemn month to some of us. But for me, a costly month.

    Costly because I have four birthday presents to prepare for....Luther's, Bill's (my bro), Lenny's (Ann EDF) and my ina-anak (EDF, Jr.).

    Costly because it's one month before X'mas and it's usually the month where I start my checklist on who's been naughty and nice.

    But I like November. The cooler weather is upon us...perfect for golf! The Christmas festive is up in the air. Everyone is generous, especially me...if not, how could you explain me giving Spencer thirteen strokes and Tom eleven strokes. I think stupidity on my part is a more appropriate description.

    Giving that many strokes to these two leeches is like giving candy to a kid. No matter how full they are, they will gladly accept more. But how can I blame them? They could quit their day job and bet with me. What motivates me in playing them? The thought of fattening them, so once I slaughter them, I could savor them more, knowing that I have feed them all this time.
   
    Yum! Yum! Christmas is around the corner.