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.
::proud wife::
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.
Observe.
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.
8 comments:
i'd get hit in the face with the ball. no doubt about it.
good for adam.
now i want a bagel.
Oh dear lord, for me this would be an accident waiting to happen! But it looks like he's amazing at it (yay for world-class soccer skills!).
go synchronized swimming!
oo. or twirling. you could definitely beat him in twirling.
i'm so happy i found your blog! love it. i look forward to following! xx
ha, love it! and you are such a good wife to be so proud of your hubby!
xo TJ
what in the world.. I'd most likely kill myself attempting that sport haha.
i am REALLY good at synchronized swimming AND sleeping. what now?
oh, SO jealous of you having breakfast in bed! I completely understand not wanting to leave the little cocoon of blankets! haha
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