My youngest punk has started his summer off playing non-stop tennis. He is hoping to make the tennis team at his school next year. I decided that I’d like to learn to play because I’ve been hitting tennis balls to him so he could practice his swing. It just seemed to me that I should know alittle bit about this sport. So I had my first tennis lesson yesterday and I loved it. Only today my body is not loving it. Today, I seem to be in need of Geritol and Ibuprofen because yesterday I thought I was a tennis superstar.
But I love how handsome my youngest punk looks in his tennis get-up, and I love watching him play… but I’m really hoping he doesn’t ask me to hit balls to him for a day or two. Ouch!