Bowling

Saturday night my sisters and our spouces decided to go bowling. We all walked in and decided right away that we didn't blend well with the bowling league next to us. They all looked like they hadn't bathed or changed their clothes since 1987. What a homely looking croud but they were sure having fun and sure could bowl.

We all get our shoes and start to play. My first 2 balls were a spear (all pins knocked down with 2 balls). I walked of all proud of myself. When it was my turn again I lined up the ball, ran down the isle and threw the ball down the gutter, where it popped over into my husbands lane nocking down one of his pins. He didn't see this as he was sort of "praying" over his ball trying to figure out how he was going to pull of a spear with one pin on the left side and 2 on the right. I guess all that praying worked because when he opened his eyes that one pin on the left was gone. He turned to my brother in laws to give them the "what happened to my pin" look and they were literally on the floor laughing at me. I think K needs to ask for some different prayers next time - like ones for the health of all other people in the alley when I'm in the place.

What was that number again???

We drove to Florida for the winter break. Our schools were closed for 2 weeks this year for the winter games so what else was there to do but hop in the truck and go. After 10 glorious days we started our treck home. The first night after all driving we pulled into a hotel in Virginia. My husbands diabetis had been acting up and he had been extremely thirsty all day so had drank lots of liquid. As soon as he got the room key he threw the key at me while running to the washroom. I was sure he said the room number was 207. The 2 girls, my sister in law and myself all start unloading our big suitcases. We go into the hotel and follow E to the elevator. After walking a bit we say "are you sure the elevators are this way" She says "I don't know, I was just walking" My first mistake, following a tired 16 year old. So we all turn around (not easy with big bulky suitcases) and head back the other way to the elevator. We go up to the 2nd floor and all march down to room 217. My key does not work. I am starting to get mad because here I am with an elderly criple lady and 2 teens and lots of bags walking around this hotel. I am thinking K, my husband, has now finished in the washroom and "popped out for a cigerate" thinking we are settled away in our room. I try the key again and then again. With that I hear "is that you Jane" I FREEZE, I LOOK AT THE GIRLS Is that you Jane comes again from behind the door. WE RUN. Here we are, all 4 of us, including the cripple lady (Mary) running down the hall. We stop at the stairs and I go down to the lobby to see where we are going. We are booked in room 207 not 217. I go up and the girls are leaning against the wall with their eyes on the floor. Apparently when I went down stairs this old man stuck his head out of room 217 to see who was there. K almost died that night you know LOLOLOL