Bowling

We went to bowl as a family.

First we exchanged shoes. In my past bowling experiences, they have always allowed me to keep my own shoes near me. Such was not the case here. They took mine as collateral. As if I would thief those fugly shoes that broadcast my Brunhilda feet! T was making fun of me, saying I was worried someone would steal "my medallion shoes" as he likes to call them. He was right. However, no one was interested in my shiny Tory Burch flats. Thank goodness.

Next step was ball selection.

Let the games begin.

Rob was much taller than all other bowlers present. Please note the individuals in the background. That woman was not fooling around. It was an all out life lesson in bowling for her six year old. We heard constant comments such as "Bubba, keep your head down. FOCUS!!!!! Slow, slow, now release!" It was quite sad, really.

Brother in law Chip turned out to be quite an Alley Cat. He was good.

Caroline in her bumper lane.

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