I went bowling! And not just the stuffed pins and stuffed ball I play with in the living room, the real kind! For some reason I didn't get to wear the awesome bowling shoes, but I figure it's because they knew I was so good that they didn't want me to have an unfair advantage. Mom's just glad she didn't have to disinfect my socks when we were done.
What? Isn't this how the pros do it?
Here's some live action of me bowling. Make sure you have a few minutes to watch this, because it takes a while for the ball to actually get down to the pins. I say it just adds to the excitement.
Once my turn started taking longer than everyone else's, they brought out this ramp thing that I could roll the ball down and it would actually go faster down the lane.
People, I even knocked pins down, and I'm sure those bumpers had nothing to do with it! I've just got skills. This was my celebration dance.
This is what an afternoon of bowling does to a girl:
One last note, tomorrow Dad is turning 32! Mom says that means he's old, because he's a good six months older than she is. Happy Birthday, Daddy! Thanks for being the best Dad ever!
Once my turn started taking longer than everyone else's, they brought out this ramp thing that I could roll the ball down and it would actually go faster down the lane.

