To celebrate 12 years of wedded bliss (*snort*) yesterday, we all went bowling. And because it was a special occasion, we didn’t go to our typical candlepin bowling alley (for the rest of the country – those are the little balls, three per-frame), no indeed, we went to Gardner Ten Pin.
And as I flung my big pink ball down the lane, I couldn’t help but wonder: is there anything more annoying than hanging your thumbnail ripped off because the thumb hole on your bowling ball isn’t the right size?
I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that Junior whooped our butts. Sure, he had bumpers, but his score on the 2nd string was 133. I was the only other person to break 100, with 115. First string my total was only 85. 133! Mommy’s little bowler!
