A few weeks ago, we woke up to this--a bright blue sky and sun shine. And surprisingly, it was warm enough to run around outside in shorts. It was supposed to snow the next day or something, so we seized the day and stepped outside to let our sun-deprived skin see the light of day.
Since our bikes were trapped in the abyss that is our garage, we settled on playing tennis. Neither of us are fantastic, but we did have some pretty good rallies. We played a long time and tried to serve as hard as we could (more on that later).
Have you ever had a Slurpee? I don't mean a variation of an icy cold treat, I mean a true Slurpee. From 7-Eleven. If you haven't had the pleasure of enjoying one while basking in the sun, then put that on your bucket list. You might think it's like an Icee, snow cone, flavored ice, etc., but there is only one drink that perfectly combines crushed ice and liquid in my opinion (and I've done plenty of research).
I grew up on these things. Every day after school my mom would take me to get a Slurpee as an afternoon treat. Literally every day. (I have the best mom.) I haven't had one in years, though, so decided it was high time to reignite my passion and bring Wade in on the fun.
So a lot was accomplished on this day. We got some vitamin D, revisited a favorite childhood treat, and I found these boxes and place mats. There's just something about black and white polka dots and big colorful flowers.
It was a beautiful day. The next day, though, was not as great. Apparently we should have stretched more, or we're just getting old because we were SO sore from playing tennis. Really sore. I pulled my shoulder and inner thigh muscles so I was hobbling around and Wade's back hurt so bad he couldn't sleep. I guess that's just some of the joys of getting older. You can't pick up a tennis racket and try to hit the ball as hard as you possibly can without having a few repercussions. Next time we'll be more careful.
Now all this talk about Slurpees has made me thirsty:)