Cancelled plans
I am so bad at dealing with things when plans change. So here's the deal: today, I was supposed to have a tennis match. It was supposed to start at 1pm, and go till probably 5 or 6. It's a home game for us, which means we're responsible for feeding the other team so I stayed up until midnight last night baking cookies. At noon, our captain calls because the other team captain is refusing to play because it sprinkled this morning.
Ok. A) It wasn't actually raining at the time. B) The courts are dry. C) It's a WINTER tennis league. The weather's been crappy every game I've played or gone to so far. We even went to this team's courts when it was raining and waited for the rain to stop, and then played on their slightly wet courts. No puddles? Game on, I say. So to the women of Bitsy McGee, I say (other than, oh, God, rename your team!) suck it up and leave your ritzy Buckhead homes and come down and slum it in Decatur.
However this is not happening. We now have a list of names and numbers and are meant to reschedule our matches on our own. I do not see this working out.
Anyway, not the actual point. The actual point is that I have spent the last two hours sitting on my couch because I can't decide what to do with myself today. Should I go shopping? There's a couple of things I'd like to look for, both for myself and for the house. Or should I clean the house? God knows, it needs it. Or should I work out? Or should I wait to hear from my tennis partner to see what she wants to do?
Ok, must get up, must make a decision. Will let you know the outcome later, as I am sure you are all dying to know!
Ok. A) It wasn't actually raining at the time. B) The courts are dry. C) It's a WINTER tennis league. The weather's been crappy every game I've played or gone to so far. We even went to this team's courts when it was raining and waited for the rain to stop, and then played on their slightly wet courts. No puddles? Game on, I say. So to the women of Bitsy McGee, I say (other than, oh, God, rename your team!) suck it up and leave your ritzy Buckhead homes and come down and slum it in Decatur.
However this is not happening. We now have a list of names and numbers and are meant to reschedule our matches on our own. I do not see this working out.
Anyway, not the actual point. The actual point is that I have spent the last two hours sitting on my couch because I can't decide what to do with myself today. Should I go shopping? There's a couple of things I'd like to look for, both for myself and for the house. Or should I clean the house? God knows, it needs it. Or should I work out? Or should I wait to hear from my tennis partner to see what she wants to do?
Ok, must get up, must make a decision. Will let you know the outcome later, as I am sure you are all dying to know!