We went bowling the day after Thanksgiving with Blake's parents. Let's just say that I'm not even equipped to clean the bowling alley after hours. Blake's dad bowled in the 200's and I barely broke the century mark. Every year I think to myself that I should bowl more often so that it isn't a once-a-year-desparate-attempt to play, but then my resolve weakens and before I know it, the year has flown by and I'm at the bowling alley wishing I could play better again. Though I smell like their rented out shoes, I did enjoy the family time. The kids had a lane to themselves and the adults another. The scoreboard recorded our ball speed; Avery's .2 mph was slightly faster than a snail. Fun was had by all.
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