Tennis is just a bonus

The other night we got together with some friends to play tennis and eat pizza. Now, I am being liberal by saying ''PLAY''. There really isn't much playing going on unless you count the boys playing against each other. 

In fact, for some reason, tennis is much like golfing between John and I. The patience lasts for about 15 min an then it's like "Ok honey wanna pick up your ball and put it with mine?" As if that's such a nice splendid idea he just had to RELIEVE me of the burden of my incompetent-ness and non athletic talent. 

But actually what that translates to me is "Babe, I love you but you suck (bless your heart) and what I really wanna do is play some golf/tennis/basketball. And, believe it or not, even though this is 'you and I playing for fun', I really am going to be competitive and you're getting on my nerves with your 800th swing and miss. So please, let's pretend you're five years old and you can take a practice swing every so often while I REALLY play the game. Mmmmmmm-K sweetheart?''

I get it. I'm not good at Tennis (or golf) BUT...at least this time around we had John's hottie friend there who happens to be a college tennis player and MVP and who happens to have the patience of a woman and the arms of a greek god. He sat with us ''incompetent women'' and taught us how to play tennis. 

And you know the funny thing? I actually learned a thing or two and GOT BETTER. Weird.

(I must add that John ALSO looked super hot playing tennis...)

Dinner of champions!

The famous lesson. Look how good we look! Aren't you impressed?!

The requested picture...

Britt...this one is for you!

PS. I would like to note that I have finally reached the week where my stomach is poking out farther than my bum...which was REALLY hard for it to do. 

$20 was so worth it.

Sorry for the lack of posting this week. To say I've had a rough one is an understatement. BUT something happened this week that made it worth it. almost. I'll start with the not fun stuff--reminding you about the car accident I got in.

That was real fun.Then, mid week I found out that my employer is switching their insurance. Which, wouldn't be bad except for the fact that I happen to be PREGNANT and...oh....what? My doctor AND hospital aren't covered under the new insurance?!? That's awesome. I'm not attached to my doctor at all and switching mid way through a pregnancy is "no biggie" right? Right. Needless to say I have been on the phone with about 5 different insurance brokers going over the finer details of possibly switching to John's insurance or filing for a 90 day extension.Thirdly, Thursday night, while leaving work, I happened to drop my phone from my hip to the mat under my chair which busted the screen completely. Buying a new expensive phone is not what I wanted to do after spending $500 on fixing our white trash car. So...$230 later we were back in business.

I can't tell you how much I needed the long memorial weekend. Monday we decided to hang out with some friends and, while the boys watched the game, us girls decided to walk to 7-11 to get a slurpee (note my slushy cravings here). While walking down the street I happened to look down and see a bill on the sidewalk. Thinking it was only a one dollar bill I reached down to pick it up and quickly realized it was A TWENTY!! Who just finds a $20 on the sidewalk?!? ME. I DID. After whooping and hollering and waving it around cause I was so excited, my friend crossed her legs and told me to stop it or she would wet her pants. At this moment I made it a few more steps and then got laughing and realized that I might wet my pants as well. So there we were, me squatting down, her crossing her legs, both laughing our heads off and praying that we didn't wet our pants. Well...at about this moment she decided to say ''We are like Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb!" 

Crap. That did it. Pushed me RIIIIIGHT over the edge. I, Sarah Hanks, wet my pants on the side of the road. And then I walked the rest of the way to 7-11 shamelessly. Because I REALLY wanted my slurpee. And, since I found twenty dollars it was free. 

I must say that this felt like the icing on the cake to my whirlwind of a week. And yes, that $20 was so worth it. (For the most part)