Finding Joy in Snarkville

I love my mailman.  I love him from the top of his pith helmet hat (in high quality white plastic) down to his black socks and shoes that he wears with his short pants.  I love him despite his many vacations causing my mail to arrive sometime between 10am and 5pm without warning.  But I do love my mailman.

Why?

Because he brought me my bowling bag.  Yes, I love it.  Yes it is classic and retro without being something I will tire of quickly.  It is literally the size of my ball and shoes with probably not much more room for anything else — but what else could I need?

I send out much thanks to the guy in Hawaii (formerly of just north of Snarkville) who sent it out to me.  And let me mention that this guy is cool enough to put those annoying peanuts in a bag so the cats wouldn’t be playing with them all night.  We send lots of love to Bill of BowlingBay.com

So, last night, Prince and I went out to test drive his new ball and my new shoes.  We bowled a total of 5 games at two different alleys.  Dedicated aren’t we?

Now, let’s remember, I don’t bowl well.  I’m learning, but it was apparent that I don’t bowl well, when Prince asks me (as we head for a dinner break), “Did anyone ever show you how to bowl?”  Um, no, is there a “way to bowl”?  So, let’s see, I think I’m already in the running for the most improved bowler, right?

All in all, we had a good night.  I cleaned up (and still have much to work on) my approach — come to find out that matters.  Who knew?  Prince learned to control and work with his new ball — and properly drilled!.  He bowled a turkey (3 strikes in a row) and had a ton of great shots.

I broke in my shoes.  My two tone white on white shoes.  I happen to really like my shoes, though I have to admit having traction with one shoe and none with the other is weird and something to get used to.  It was the shoes that lead me to realize I had a sloppy approach and by game five, I was much improved in one night.

However (and there is always a however), this morning, I’m SORE.  Just to review, my right forearm, my right shoulder, my middle and ring fingers, and my left butt cheek are all SORE.  I’m not exactly sure why some of those parts hurt — Prince says my butt is sore because I have this odd (and potentially mock worthy) “butt waggle” before I begin.  I’m not sure it was the waggle, but I’m a wee bit concerned that I’m going to be made fun of for it.  It should be noted that by my calculations, butt waggle shots were on average 50% better than non-butt waggle shots.  So, we may keep the waggle and deal with the mocking.

30 ROYAL WISHES:

1. I wish while I’m 33 to ride in a hot air balloon.
2. I wish while I’m 33 to travel somewhere I’ve never been.

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