Dan comes from a family of bowlers. I like to bowl, but saying that I'm not very good is a bit of an understatement. I've never broken a hundred, and I learned yesterday that I've been gripping the ball wrong my entire life. Who knew there was a specific way to hold a bowling ball? Not me.
Dan had the day off from school yesterday (a rare occurrence!), so we went down to the bowling alley for a couple of hours. It was kind of fun, because we were the only people in there aside from a senior league. (They were all better than me, but that's just because they've had years of practice, right?)
|This is my sad face because I got a gutter ball and missed my spare.|
|London wasn't too interested in bowling, so she slept the whole time.|
Whereas Dan gets a couple strikes a game, it's a big deal when I get one...and when I do, this happens. See how I make the "X" symbol for a strike with my body? I obviously should have been a cheerleader.
One other fun tidbit I learned about bowling yesterday? If you get three strikes in a row, it's called a turkey. Guess who got the only turkey of the day? I'll give you a hint, it wasn't Dan.
That's right, it was this girl! This is my best score ever! It gives me hope that even if I never beat my husband, at least some day I might break a hundred!!