On this sunny Wednesday,
I just logged on to say...
The stupid game of bowling
I will no longer play
We came to the bowling alley
For some good, clean, family fun
To celebrate the birthday
Of my nine year old little one
The game started out quite nicely
I even had a hunch
My score might get too far ahead
I'd have to pull a punch
But bowling, well, it's not my game
I lost to hubby fair and square
In fact, I lost so badly
I started to despair
But the part that most frustrates me
that I didn't even see
Is that everybody beat me
Even the youngest three
Don't you love how I do wordless?!
I think the photography is the problem here. If I had better pictures they could stand alone. I'm going to have to talk to the photographer, er, my husband and make sure he does a better job next time.
Well actually, the real problem is that some creative genius (ahem... cough... my husband... cough... cough) put our nicknames up on the scoreboard and they got truncated and you can't really tell who got what score. And no, I'm not just fussing like a spoiled kindergartner because my husband totally kicked my tail bowling. And it has nothing to do with the fact that my ego is royally bruised, possibly even fractured, by the fact that even my 6 year old (although I really should mention they'll be 7 very soon) twins beat me. Many people like me, who are somewhat competitive, might even be smarting over such a stinging loss three days later.
Thank God I'm not like that.