Eating Crow

After baiting my husband with words like "coward", "chicken" and "are ya yella", he finaly decided to come out and play badminton with me and the kids. After all he spent guite some time setting it up when the inlaws were here, were talkin regulation badminton court all the way, measured lines, net perfect height, stickler for the rules. To all of you who know him you know how anel he can be about things like that.... I know what your thinking didn't badminton go out in the 80's along with big hair, spandex, and wham!( loved George Michael) and you may be right but its "damn fun". I was looking pretty good; much like the Williams sisters; had my groove going didn't trip over any lines or fall in any holes, basicly spent the entire time in the upright position (was pretty proud of myself) but I was know match for the badminton champ ( I just know he was captain of the badminton club in highschool) give it up hun I know its true.... It was T.J.( the oldest) and I against Jake and the hubby. Teeg and I were clearly at a disadvantage. After all we had all the distractions on our side of the court. The dog running through weaving between our feet, the neighbor cat Floyde cleaning the "family jewels" were we had to serve, a monarch butterfly who wanted to make the birdie its girlfriend, and the teenager with the shorts pulled down nearly to his knees so every time he went up for a high one I was stuck looking at the crack of his ass. I mean realy how is anyone expected to play under these conditions let alone win. Lets just say T.J. and I were spanked like a 4 year old in K-mart it was pretty embarassing. And I was all up in the hubbies face talking smack right before the game thinking I was something else (open mouth insert foot)