Fun times and sore muscles.

I think yesterday I forgot how old I am.  I finished with my laundry (YEAH!!!) early and  decided to go outside and hang out with the husband.  Well, long story short, we played basketball (mostly running after the ball because I can't make a shot).  He was a P.I.G. and I of course was a H.O.R.S.E.  Well then, someone, i am not sure who, decided it would be a good idea to get the volleyball net out of the attic and set it up.  So guess what we did, yep, you guessed it.  We played three games of volleyball.  The stinging of the ball as it whacked my arms, the excitement when the ball bounced just outside of bounds and you get your serve back.....ahhh, it was like being in high school again...kinda.  He won all three games and it felt good (even with the beaten) to be playing with my husband.  Then we finished off the night with a small fire and a bag of marshmellows.  Let's just say the kids were very sticky.  Well, it was just so much fun.  We laughed, we ran, we felt good after being so "active" (10 extra pounds needed a beaten as well).   All in all, it rocked hangin' with the hubby last night.

Now we are at the morning part of this story.  I only have one word to say....OUCH.   It reminds me of the time I thought I would show the girls how to roll down a hill, so I took them to the park and the "big hill".  I hurt for days afterwards.  I will survive though.....and I will be happy about how I got sore to begin with, and maybe if he's lucky........I will let my husband beat me again today!