Join Me in Snarkville

I went out like I went in.  I know all of you are looking for the bowling update, so, it is simple.  We played the best team on the league last night and did very well.  Out of the total possible 3 points I could have picked up, I walked out with 1.5 (as a team we kicked butt — and I helped).  I’m not upset, my first two games were awesome, then as suddenly as it all began, I stopped having fun, I stopped laughing and my game fell apart.  There’s a joke at the alley that when the Prince excels, I do not and this is exactly what happened.  He’s ok with it, and I’m ok with it — but I think we may need to be different teams next year.

What really has me this morning as I ponder the end of my bowling fun this year, is what will the Prince and I do for our dates?  I’ve come to look forward to the 30 minute drive there to chat and the 30 minute drive home to chat.  I’ve enjoyed having somewhere to go with real live adults every week — that Prince gets to join me in this is a nice benefit.  I will certainly miss it for the summer and I’m already trying to figure out how we can do this again next year (although with a different babysitter).

Moving on to matters of current events, I’ve been reading lots of stuff about Vonnegut dying and I’ve got nothing to add.  First, I have literally never read a single one of his books — yes, so I’m illiterate, moving on, please.  Secondly, I think the most telling thing about my reaction was when Prince told me, our babysitter was getting paid and leaving.

My reaction: Oh, really?  How old was he?  He wasn’t dead already?  (Yes, I know I’m insensitive, again, moving on.)

Her reaction: Hmm.  (I was forced to wonder, do you have any idea who this person is?  And if you do, can you tell me, because apparently I live under a rock where the only things we read are the Shopaholic books.)

So, there you have it folks further proof that royality don’t always have their finger on the pulse of the world — however, it seems we do have our fingers inside bowling balls.