Friday, August 07, 2009
Someone resurrected the badminton set from the garage. The racquet's are sort of bent and missing some of the tape but oh well, we suck anyway. The pathetic part is that we've had a ball (so to speak) batting the birdie over the clothes line. There've also been way too many shuttlecock jokes but that's teen boys for you. The sad thing was that amid much laughter one of the kids noted that other families don't do this stuff. They don't hang out. They certainly don't do something as mundane as play badminton. Siblings don't associate. All of which may be more pathetic than us playing badminton.