Bowled Away

I'm in Asheville with my Wesley. I have seen three waterfalls, created a Mii on a friend's so-very-addictive Wii and gone bowling.

With most sports, I accept the fact that my short, scrawny stature limits me from becoming an All-Star. For some reason, I have delusions of grandeur that I will be able to chunk a twelve pound ball down a long alley with the force of a heavy-weight punch and the directional prowess of a Formula One driver in order to knock down ten measly little pins.

Even if I have thrown the ball directly into the gutter six times, broken one thumbnail and convinced my friends that I am going to throw my wrist out of socket- I am SURE that THIS TIME I am going to get a strike. Can't you just see it? Pitiful.

Good thing I had some tasty Yuenglang to convince me that yes, I DO have a chance of making a 73 point come-back on the last frame.

I hope everyone has a blissfully happy New Year and fantastic trans-annual kisses.