I had coupons for free games for the kids and managed to finagle all our games at a discounted rate (Nana, you’d be so proud of my thriftiness!) and I must say, I found bowling shoes to be somewhat retro chic. Weird, but there it is.
I fully expected to be sporting that orange ball in my forehead. The kid scared me!
The Diva had a tough time and resorted to rolling the ball ‘like a baby’…her words, not mine.
If it weren’t for the bumpers, none of us would’ve hit a pin! Thankfully, there are no pictures of me. I felt like a baboon in stilettos. However, bowling proved to me that my children can get along with one another and be generally supportive of the family unit. Or maybe that’s just ’cause we were in public.