When I worked in Hilton Head Island I had a friend who loved tennis. I mean... he loved tennis. I asked him to teach me, and so one afternoon we headed to our apartment tennis court for my lesson. After about 30 minutes of playing we had a conversation that went something like this:
Me: "Woah! I'm pretty proud of myself. I've actually hit some of them!"
Him: "Yeahhh..."
Me: "What?! Are you not surprised and impressed?!"
Him: "Well... {awkward silence}... I really thought you would hit all of them. I thought we were going to work on form..."
Today my mom taught me how to read a pattern and sew a dress for Carolena. She and that old HHI friend now have something in common.
Except that this time I'll have a new talent and awesome dress to show for it.
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