Dear Fellow Thrashers**:
Y’all are the best. I joined the volleyball league to meet new people and have fun, and it’s working!
Last night was a little heartbreaking — good volleys but we couldn’t pull through in the clutch.
And right now I hear my other friends gasping in shock. Yes, believe it: I joined a volleyball league. (Waves hands in front of the faces of the passed out; shouts, “Give them some room!”)
Yeah, I know I’m not the sporty one in the family. I’m not particularly coordinated. I’m usually on the sidelines (unless flag football is involved, and then I’m a she devil [Right Chris and Linda?]).
But last night, two out of my three immediate family members came to watch me play. And I had the night of my life.
We still lost all three matches, but it was close, and I don’t care.
I turned as red as Will Ferrell as Lucifer.
I happily iced my arm.
Yes, that is an ice pack shaped like a cherry Life Saver. It fits perfectly on the painful spot on my wrist.
I wore the last bruise like a badge of honor.
Sexy, I know.
And I’m happy. So thanks. Love you all!
See you next week,
Beth
* Thank God for Thursdays
** AKA “Trashers” (We did not pick the name.)
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