I ate breakfast in bed this weekend.
Because the idea of moving to the couch was just too much to handle.
Plus my bed is full of pillows and warmth. Why move just so I can eat my bagel properly?
When I did finally emerge from my cocoon of blankets, Adam and I went to practice volleyball at the health center. And ran into a 64-year-old British guy who thought Adam needed to hone his soccer skills a bit.
Adam used to be a world-class soccer player. Before his knee surgery.
He even played in Europe.
So this new European sport was right up his alley.
I give you: soccer raquetball.
The most creative name ever.
It's racquetball. Played with a soccer ball.
I'm not even going to attempt this.
He clearly has the upperhand(foot) in this sport. I'll have to beat him at something else.
Like synchronized swimming.