While you were sleeping...
I got up early this morning to play a little friendly tennis match with Whipping Boy. I don't have big birthing hips. Those tennis balls in my pockets skew the look. It was going along pretty predictably. Whipping Boy eeked out a first set win 6-4. That's not uncommon. I breezed through the second set as I usually do 6-3. The third and final set SHOULD have been mine. Whipping Boy is a very POOR closer. In fact, I let him know that and a few other things.
Whoops. As a result of my taunting, Whipping Boy got fired up! It fueled something shocking. I lost to Whipping Boy! 6-4, 3-6, 6-3! Congratulations. Relish your RARE victory. See if you can string back to back victories together. What? You can't do that can you!?
Tennis: does the body good! I suppose that leather harness I am wearing tonight is going to look "okay". ;)