We often go over to parties at Rachel and Shannon's house. They are professional musicians and have sing-a-longs at their parties. Tonight they sang Joni Mitchell's Big Yellow Taxi and I wanted to yell "Go Canada" after they were finished but I was too shy.
I went to Softball 'R Us to buy a new bat for the restricted bat league. I told the lady it couldn't be com-POS-ite. And she said you mean it can't be compos-IT. I never knew all this time I was saying composite wrong.
In the living room, Barb was trying to explain an amazing pickleball move she made today. She stood up in from of her arm chair and jumped and swung her imaginary paddle and mashed the table lamp which went flying. The move seemed quite impressive to me.
Barb has had trouble with the CRV battery since she got an oil change. She got it checked it out and they said it was okay. Then today the car died at pickleball. Her friend Shirley who she was playing with said she would go home, get her husband and come back to help. While she was gone, Barb asked an old man if he had jumper cables. He said he did and then he opened up his car and had all kinds of tools in it. He was able to start Barb's car. And just as Barb was about to leave Shirley and Joe returned. Barb thought how nice were Shirley and Joe.
