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My fans have requested a picture of me playing tennis on vacation. I've also been asked to post my tennis story. Well, you asked for it, so here it goes... First, let me say, since you're probably looking ahead at the picture, I'm really not sure what made me decide that this outfit looked ok. Skinny mirrors in the cabin? Sure. There is no other explanation. Except maybe the fact that I just had a baby and I have no clothes that fit. There you have it. Stretchy shorts explained...but not excused! Speaking of clothes that don't quite fit, I also stuffed my monstrous nursing-mom self into my pre-pregnant sports bra! Not so much comfortable as it was effective. Moving on... Tennis was fun, for the most part. I love tennis! As you can see, I have great form! (Yeah, I'm terrible.) Do you now have a pretty picture in your head of what I must have looked like on the tennis court? Well, now imagine a bee flying at me and running into my aforementioned monstrous chest, as if it couldn't avoid it. Then, falling down my aforementioned sports bra and getting stuck there! (Who wouldn't?) Here's the real sight: I started screaming, jumping, dancing about, and practically tearing off my shirt! Trevor was on my side of the court, so I start yelling at him to help! He started hitting me with his racket and pulling at my shirt! After a few horrifying moments, the bee finally got free from it's cleavage trap, but not before it stung me on the boob! I was pretty traumatized by the whole experience. As was Trevor and a few unsuspecting, vacationing onlookers. Thank God Linda had Benadryl and I didn't need to nurse Avery for a while!