Sunday and ....another Tennis day of the worst kind. The get up at 6.00am kind for an 8.00am match miles away.
Got there early in fact. First on the courts in fact at a cool 7.15am...No traffic on the roads. All the good people getting ready for Church.










I warmed Tim up for Tennis. Nothing like yesterday's approach with Kaily.
This was Dad on the tennis court, an awesome sight. . . (or was that aweful ..he said?).

In fact I got a lot of compliments from Tim for the warm up game, and I had a good time.

I gave him the run around and it paid off with him actualy being awake for his game, which he won.

See the fear in his eyes? Or is the a litle bit of sleepy dust?

The second match later that morning he lost and in a desperate attempt to get over the loss, Timothy went for a haircut and tried various disguises , so not to be recognised.

The rest of the after noon was spend clearing out the garage, getting Tim to clean out the game room. (It now looks like a room and not a collection of items after a particularly violent burgulary) . Jon worked Hazel did more of her Global Travel Agency stuff and then Finally when Jon finished work we headed out for Sushi, and ended up at a Mexican Restaurant. ( Sushi place closed Sundays it seems).

In celebration of my pending birthday I had a very large Margarita and tried to get Jonathan to believe Hazel and my wedding anniversay on Tuesday was for 16 years not 19, with him being 18 on the 29th I thought this might phase him a little.

He seemingly not good at Math took a good 15 minutes before what I was saying actually sunk in), the news that he was an illegitimate son of Saddam Hussein sort of woke him up and brought him back into the conversation. I guess he was just tired after working....

However, he did ask us to please tell him that he was adopted. Sorry Son your mine , but I can't tell you who the mother is.