Sunday, October 5, 2008

A Note to Myself

Dear Shannon,

If you decide at your oldish age to take up a new sport like tennis and begin taking lessons you had better invest in some Ben-Gay and some Advil.

Because after spending an hour hitting forehands, backhands, and learning to serve, you will be sore.


So sore that your arms will feel like they are about to fall off when you do something as simple as try to put a shirt on.

And as a bonus your family will laugh at you.

Often and loudly.

Especially when they say they say that you look like a duck when you are concentrating on playing tennis.

Quack quack quack.



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