Three Balls, Two Rac-ets, Two Sisters

So, today I played some tennis.

Now those readers (yeah, plural... I -now I'm -idding myself) who aren't from CT may believe, because of reputations we have received from movies li-e The Stepford Wives, that all Connecticut residents are brilliant, born tennis players are unfortunately mista-en. Me? I haven't played since I was on the team (we weren't very good) in high school. My sis? Maybe pic-ed up her rac-et twice in the last year.

But determined we headed to the courts.

We jumped. We ran. We hit. We got REALLY, REALLY, SWEATY!

We may have spent more time chasing after the balls then really hitting them, but that's o-ay.
We laughed.
We hit some shots and missed others.
We poured water over our heads.

After over an hour of attempting tennis, we too- a refreshing dip in the ocean.

And the report card? Me...I'm not so good. My sis... actually good, granted she has the advantage of attending years of tennis camp.

But the plan is to hit the courts again at noon tomorrow. Maybe we can hit some (more) balls this time too.