Scorekeeping

Every player in the softball league has to do the announcing and scorekeeping for one or two games during the season.  I had to only do one game but I was very nervous about it because the players rely on the scorekeeper to tell them the right score and the right inning and the right number of outs.  I also have to announce the batter and the player on deck and in-the-hole which is hard to keep track of and I have real trouble pronouncing names.  Barb thought I was being silly being so nervous.  I told her about all the different buttons on the scorekeeping machine.  She said I should bring some sticky notes to write on and stick them beside the buttons to remind me.  I did and I survived the ordeal.

Pajamas

I went out in the driveway in my pajamas to clip my finger nails.  Then I saw my neighbour and was embarrassed because I was still in my pajamas in the afternoon.  The next day, I was driving to my softball game and noticed I had only clipped the finger nails on one hand.

Personality

Barb was asking her friend what her mixed pickleball partner for the US Open was like because Barb had never met him and her friend played with him up North in Illinois.  Her friend said he's got personality.  Barb asked what does that mean?  She said well you have personality.  Barb wasn't sure it was a compliment.

Smoke Alarm

Barb was making pizza in the oven at the same time she was doing laundry in the shed. She forgot about the pizza and when she came in she noticed the oven was smoking.  Then the fire alarm went off.  She wondered if I would ever notice the smoke.  I said I would definitely notice the smoke alarm.  I thought it was funny she just had to wave her oven mitts in front of the alarm to turn it off.  I guess it has happened a lot.

Valentine's Day

We never get any mail in Florida.  So Barb was very surprised to find a Valentine's Day card in the mail.  It wasn't to our address and Barb couldn't find the address on the map of The Villages but she found the sender's phone number through her return address on the envelope.  Barb phoned her and went over to her house to give back the Valentine's Day card and Barb found out she was a confused little old lady sending a little old man a Valentine's Day card.

Distressed

The organizer of the ladies pickleball afternoon sent Barb an email saying how bad she felt for not sending Barb an email about Tuesday's group being rained out.  Barb is new to the group and wasn't on the email list yet.  Barb found out from another friend it was cancelled and she thought it would be cancelled anyway because of the rain.  So the organizer lady didn't have to feel bad.

Golden Corral

Barb's womens pickleball partner always takes Barb to the Golden Corral all-you-can-eat buffet after their pickleball tournaments.  Tonight Barb snuck a steak out she wanted me to taste because she thought it was so great.  She snuck it out in her partner's cutlery package and in her partner's purse because Barb's purse was too small.