Sand volleyball is not my forte, but for some reason, I insist on playing every summer. My team’s record is 1-9 (we had 1 forfeit) and we’re hoping for a comeback tonight. We’re an awkward assembly of teammates. The team is a combination of middle-aged women; their children, who range from age 11-19 (we make them play when we get tired or when no one else shows); and the three twenty-somethings (myself included). One of the twenty-somethings can’t hit the ball, but will hit you in face if you get too close.
In other news, all the McGraw-Hill head honchos will be in Florida for the national sales meeting next week, and I can’t wait! The tension is building in the offices and my sponsoring editors are beginning to froth at the mouth. I was trying to find a place to hide in our copyroom this afternoon.