Gobble Gobble

 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!!