Pong.
Ping-pong.
I played tonight with friends.
If you consider it playing ping-pong.
I held a paddle and swung at a lightweight, compact ball that came hurtling in my direction every few seconds.
I missed.
A lot.
But I also laughed.
A lot.
I almost peed my pants several times.
I guess technically I wasn't playing ping-pong.
I was watching ping-pong.
While holding a paddle.
And trying not to pee.
While laughing.
It's a totally different sport.
Probably more fun than actual ping-pong.
Unless you're the friend playing across the table from me.
In which case you're probably bored out of your mind because the ball is never pinged and/or ponged back to you.
You're also probably wondering how you ever became friends with such a weird, loud person...
a weird, loud person who crosses her legs every time she laughs loudly.
And doesn't know how to play ping-pong.
I needed to post these pictures tonight and I couldn't pull a topic out of my tired brain because I was exhausted from my 30 minute stint of (not really) ping-pong playing.
I poked my head around our bedroom door, where Matt was laying in bed looking at his phone and said, "I need a blog topic."
He shifted his eyes from his phone to me and said, "ping-pong".
I laughed and then skipped (more like lumbered) back to my office and promptly wrote this masterpiece.
He gets the credit.
The end.
B
You can see the rest of this session here under "Reutzel".
Up next: Armes Baby
2 comments:
We love to see how well suited the two of you are together, it shows the last 15 years have been well spent. That said maybe it's time you saw a doctor, those 3 kids may have played havoc with you in more ways than one.
PS: some of you best work to date, love these!
B. I am way behind on your blogs, hence the late comment.
I promise next time we will have a bag of Depends available
so we as old ladies can concentrate on the game. ; )
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