I suck at tennis

7/7/99

I just figured out that I posted yesterday’s entry with the wrong date, but there wasn’t an entry for the fifth anyway, so you all can just pretend I got it right.

Don’t mean to rub it in here, but maybe sex DOES make you stupid....ha haaa ha....

That’s all I’m going to say about that.

John’s tiring me out. And not with sex, so just stop your snickering. Yesterday we were at the driving range, and today we went to a movie AND played tennis. Tomorrow is dinner at Daryl and Beth’s, and sometime we really need to pack like crazy. We’re leaving town on Tuesday or Wednesday.

Tennis was fun. I’m a crappy tennis player; John is, too. Just smacking the ball all over the court and chasing it down. John kept whacking them over the fence, on MY side, so I had to keep running around the corner to retrieve them.

At one point another couple came in to use the other court and we were afraid we’d have to behave and keep our balls on our own court, but the others turned out to be just as bad, if not worse, than we were. We all giggled and smacked those fuzzy balls around and apologized a lot. They left before too long, and John came to the net to whisper, “Do you think they left because I was shamelessly ogling her tits?”

I’ve been meaning to bitch about this for a while, but I kept forgetting. I heard this commercial on the radio. All these women were saying things like: “I got this lawn mower with MORE POWER,” and, “Can I borrow your chain saw?” And then a voice over saying, “Women don’t talk like men. Why should they drink what men drink?” I’m thinking, fuck, a Zima commercial?

Nope. Wine coolers. The women’s drink. I was livid.