Bowling .... I wish for dollars!

I know that when I tell people I'm on a bowling league, they immediately wonder if I live in a trailer. Well, I don't. I love to bowl. There. I said it. It's out in the open. Judge me if you want, but it's fun and what other sport encourages so much beer drinking of its participants? Besides, I have my own purple, pink, and blue swirly ball and my very own Pink bowling shoes. Stylin'. My average is only 122 but I think that might have changed after last week when I bowled a 143, a 165 and yes, a 197!! Impressive, I know. I'm going to try to sneak a few photos of some of the AWESOME early 80's hairdos I see at the lanes tonite to share with you. AN added bonus to my Sunday evening bowling league? The bar has karoake afterwards and it is THE WORST karoake I have ever had the enjoyment of listening to. These sad folks bring in their own karoake cd collections and belt it out like they are American Idols. Not even close - I can sing better and I ain't no singer!! Sometimes it's just good to be bad, I guess.