We hit forehands.
We serve. (Really, the only place either of us can truly do a power serve.)
We hit backhands.
And the whole time we have a blast, the boys are in the background mocking us. (I wish I had a photo of them.) "It's all in the wrist! You don't need to do that!"
Well, sometimes it's just more fun if you don't just use your wrist.(Thank goodness for those straps.)
In other news: Andrew and I got our wisdom teeth out yesterday. There were a few photos taken, although thankfully none taken today: I'm probably two times puffier today than I was yesterday. (They probably won't appear anywhere.) We're both still feeling pretty sore, and I'm feeling pretty bad in general. It's been quite an adventure, and I'm very glad it will only happen once in my lifetime.
6 comments:
HAHAHA! I love this post! CUTE! :D Praying for you as you recover dearest twin. <3
I'd love to see a photo of your puffy cheeks. Won't you make us smile? Please?
wow...this are just too much! I have been praying for you tons! I would call but it probably doen't feel good to talk...I told you, you would be glad it only happens once;) Love ya~k~
"power" serves. I still serve faster than you just using my wrist. :D
oh andrew enough out of you already!
Shannon! fun pictures! looks like you were having a blast! = ) I hope you're feeling better!
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