Meet Toni. Last year she got a divorce and then immediately found pickleball and IT IS LIFE. Toni has never spent more time in the kitchen than she does now. Just call her Gordon Slamsey. She loves the knock of that little plastic ball on her paddle. She loves the drinks, the sexual tension among the mixed-gender players, the varied pace of the action. She likes to pull on that little skirt set and command the court with her paddle. And when she gets to the kitchen...she serves up the spice. And lots of steam. No, of course Toni doesn't need to bend over that much in her skirt while her partner, Kyle, is serving behind her. But she's not fickle, she's ready to pickle!!! Ball, that is. The court is tiny but her romantic ambitions are not. She's cooking up something hot.
This is the new Amy. This Amy would never have a gross refrigerator. She's not that kind of person. She's clean, organized and fresh. She feels sorry for the people with dirty fridge shelves and expired chicken stock boxes. She can't imagine having a 2 year old jar of pepperoncini peppers with mold on the inside of the lid. That's no way to live and Amy is glad she's the right kind of person. Yesterday Amy had two bags of clothes designated for Goodwill in her dining room corner. They'd been there for 2.5 months, eventually becoming invisible.
She slithers her way in and out of friend groups, wreaking havoc anywhere she can. She told you last week how much she admires you for not caring what you look like – she “just doesn’t feel right about leaving the house“ if she’s not completely put together.