I started playing tennis with my girlfriends on Monday evenings. I've never played tennis in my life, but I was tempted by the cardio workout and the beer afterward. Also tempting was that we were all beginners, so my ego was safe. (That's important to the girl picked last in gym.)
I had a great idea to let the tennis enthusiasts, also known as my husband and mother-in-law, give me some lessons so that I don't look like an idiot during my next game. This is how they play:
BAM! POW! Take that, MOM!
BOOM! SWAT! I gave birth to 10-pound babies, BRING IT!
And then, there's me:
Um, can I stand at half-court? When is the water break?
I'm haven't quite earned my tennis skirt yet: