I am in bed and it’s not even 8:00 p.m. Seriously, I could not be happier. For some unholy reason, I agreed to play tennis again. I didn’t realize that I’d be required to take the court on a day like today – when the temperature would get to 90 and the humidity would be 128% – and actually hit the ball. I. almost. died.
I’m not kidding. I couldn’t breathe AND I broke out in chill bumps which everyone knows is a symptom of YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE. My partner was also feeling poorly and for the second time in our long career, we stopped playing and just forfeited because our health is way more important than a game.
Nah, I’m kidding. We kept going. We lost in two, very tight sets, then went inside their fancy country club and ate two, full lunch plates each AND took a chicken wrap to go. Who’s the loser, NOW?
I am so tired and beat that I can’t even tell you about our awesome weekend which included taking Moon to a late movie (100 Foot Journey -good) and having one of our wonderful nieces (Nolan) spend the night. We also had dinner with Brat and Kit, but it’s just too much to go into now so just know we had food ( Margie’s chicken pot pie) and it was yummy.
You’ll just have to live without the details. (I’ll tell you more tomorrow.)