So...I am back from tennis. The first ten minutes, I swear: I didn't hit one ball. I'm pretty sure that Joe and the other side was getting pretty aggravated with me.
I am finally back to live in my own home. Well, not really "my own", considering the fact that my family has to pay to continue our existence here.
When I got home, Mom arrived not too long later. Dad brought out a package for me. It was a belated birthday gift. I was so excited! By the way they addressed me as "Miss", I already knew who it was. (family from out of state). I received a hand made tote bag from my niece, and a dark periwinkle, zip-up jacket. It is wonderful! Fuzzy! And comfortable!
Now that I have told you about my time after tennis, I must part to do homework.....boo hoo hoo. Wow. That was lame. Oh well. Hi friends!