Bowling is like most sports for me. I simultaneously love it and could not care less about it.
By that I mean I really enjoy bowling, but I could give a flip about my score. It's one of the few things you can go physically do with people that really has a fun social aspect to it. And by that I mean the standing around catching up, giggling, having popcorn and beer.
We had the dad of the year in the lane next to us. He was alone with his three boys, and he was clearly suffering from a cold, a mold allergy or the flu, but man, did he make the evening fun for his boys. It was fun to watch.
We were with two friends of ours who we haven't seen in a while, and I'm glad we fixed that.
Now you know that I have read everything Richard Preston has ever written and that I know EXACTLY how Ebola gets transmitted, and that one of the primary routes of transmission is bowling balls.
Well, maybe not, but I feel pretty dramatic about how germy bowling balls and shoes are, so I have my own bowling ball and my own shoes.
You'd think this would cut down on the insanity a bit.
However, last night, about two hours into our extremely enjoyable experience with our friends, some big old boy (while I'm throwing a strike - or a three - I don't remember) saunters into our little lane lounge and starts TOUCHING ALL OUR BALLS AND SHOPPING ON OUR CAROUSEL.
Had I seen this I would have been a tad bit more vocal and outlandish than what he got, which was "hey - what the heck are you doing - those are our balls!"
To which said ding dong replied "Well I would have ASKED before I took them."
It has to be divine intervention that I missed this exchange because truly it would have been quite dramatic if he said that to me.
However, by the time I was done and turned around, he was skulking off to his own lane and everyone was frozen in astonishment.
I still want to find him and yell "WHO RAISED YOU???" at him.
I wonder what story he's telling today? Is he saying: "Man, I went and rooted around in someone else's balls last night and can you believe they yelled at me?"
You gotta wonder.
Anyhoo, I watched a preview of a colored pencil tutorial that just blew me away. The woman was amazing, and I'm so NOT amazing with pencils, but she did inspire me to color on black while I was watching some of my fave Food Network shows today.
Stamps: Cherish Friendship Ink: Whisper White Paper: Basic Black, Whisper White
Color looks so cool on black.
I rubbed white ink on the embossed background.
Really this was a very quick and simple card. Maybe someday I'll learn to color like a grownup.
In the meantime, I'll defend my bowling ball from interlopers. :)