Yesterday I had a glorious day of not being a single parent and stay at home mom.  Brian fed the kids all of their meals and took them for bike rides.  I had lunch with my Mom, went shopping for an event Brian and I are attending this weekend, I purchased a beautiful pair of high heeled sandals, I went to Panera Bread and I went bowling.   Bowling as in Kingpin.  or as in gutter ball or as in I’m sore.  Because I went bowling.  I’m sore because I went bowling.  I can’t think of any statement that could be sadder except I’m sore from checking the mail.  Which is not true, the truth is, my back hurts, my arms hurt and my neck hurts.  What’s even stranger, and I hesitate to tell you this, for fear that you may not return, is that I still do not know which hand I bowl with.  My right?  or my left?

I am left handed when it comes to writing and eating, but essentially everything else I use my right hand.  Friends, this is not ambidextrous, this is deranged and quite frankly, it’s confusing.  When I told my mom that I was bowling with my Mommy’s Group, she looked at me, face filled with concern and said "but what hand will you bowl with?"  Like if I picked the wrong hand my nose might fall off.  And truth be told, no matter which hand I bowl with, I’m still a terrible bowler, my dreams of being a professional bowler have been shattered.   All thanks to hand confusion.

I can remember watching bowling on TV when I was little.  My parents were both in leagues, so they were a little interested in the sport.  I can remember thinking that it’s not really a sport because rolling balls?  Not hard.  No sweat + No dirt = No sport.  But after last night, and how I’m feeling right now??  It’s a sport, a very difficult sport that should be taken very, very seriously.   You know, come to think of it, I probably should have worn a thingy on my hand or a bowling shirt, I bet that would have increased my score to like NINETY or something.  The league-ers that were there took bowling very seriously because the group of Moms I was with were snapping random pictures at the "sight to be seen" event, but then an employee took our joy away and said the "league-ers" want the flashes to stop.  So, no pictures for you.  Hey, I’m mad, too.  I wanted to share some great pictures of my form, but I can’t, so get over it.  And yes, you are missing out.

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Let me ask you a question…what is this crap on my shirt?  It was clean and folded and I went to put it on, something was all over the front.  It does not have a smell.  And when I washed it, it came out looking the same way.  To say I’m disappointed would be an understatement, because it was one of a kind (purchased at Old Navy), and very expensive (six dollars) and it can never be replaced (except at Target, Wal-Mart and T.J. Maxx.)  So, if you know what it is and how I can get rid of it, please let me know.  I’m simply devastated about my loss.  oh and if you have an answer, let me know so I can dig it out of the trash.

For the love of God, stop looking at my messy hair.  I was in a hurry to take a picture.

geeze.

Updated:  And here is a picture of the shoes that so many of you nosey bossy people asked me to show you:
Shoe

so.pretty.

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