Bowlin' Bowlin' Bowlin'...

...though the streams are swollen, keep them doggies bowlin'...RAWHIDE!

I just discovered I have a natural gift for bowling. I scored a 91 the first game and a 75 the second. So if anyone's looking to recruit a new member for their pro team, please contact me! It might be my true calling.

And on a side note, I had the worst time hanging out with all of these good, wholesome people when they all kept talking about the "balls". I had to say "that's what she said" about 100 times in my head.

Though it was far too heavy for my muscular physique, I was determined to use a pink ball:




















Look at the intensity!! Notice he doesn't have a blue ball. Just sayin'.




















The woman on the right was described to me as "one of the coolest people ever", but I have forgotten her name. I'm awesome. Not. Here the lovely lady is with Ben, Scarlett, and baby Avery! I suggested to Ben that it would be great fun to use the baby, just once, as a bowling ball. But he was too uptight to comply. LAME.














Check out Ben's stance. You don't stand like that unless you really know what you're doing.




















Jenny Dupler (on the left) planned this whole ordeal. She's a doll! Those are her two sisters in the middle and her hubby on the right. I'm not sure what this stance represents, but it makes me slightly uncomfortable:














This is Jacob looking super intense and ready to crush the pins by sheer will alone:




















We just met this lovely little clan for the first time, but they are awesome! John, Kathy, and Mason were cool and sweet and fun. Both games, they ended up with scores double what I had. That won't stop me. I have drive.














There you have it, folks! A bowling extravaganza for the ages. Balls balls balls!!! There. I feel better now.