About that Ping Pong table. I actually went out with Ken and looked at some, wiping my drool at the same time. I was going to buy a cheap one from Crappy Tire, but then after consulting with my future wife, she told me just to get a good one. I'm so happy! There is something therapeutic about hitting a little hollow ball back and forth. I just have to convince Sharon to do it with me all the time (heh heh...that sounded dirty). Oh yeah, and I just have to convince her it won't be like my bike. I will ride it more next year. This will not be a fad. I swear!
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