Bowling. Bowling is the devil. And who throws their back out? Whatami 70? So I walk around all stiff and slow and S has to wait on me. That part is nice. Paybacks, you know? And it was possibly worth it because I got to see my 3 year old son in bowling shoes, putting his little fingers in a bowling ball and wobbling over to the lane where he would drop it and then squat down and push it with both hands.
As we were walking towards the bowling alley from the parking lot he saw that we were close to an arcade that he likes to stand at the door of and watch all the blinking lights.
He said “Mama, why is the bowling church so close to the arcade?”
Totally worth throwing my back out. Also, we are buying Thanksgiving dinner from a yummy bakery instead of making it because I can’t cook and S is a bad cook on top of being a pregnant vegetarian.
Bowling church. Hah.