Honestly, we don't bowl all that often, but options are a little limited on snowy spring days. We went with some of our dear dear friends from the old hood and had way too much fun. I miss these kids and their parents like I miss the sun in the middle of a nasty inversion. So poetic, aren't I?
Kate and her buddy Eliza
Ben bowling. Watching Ben bowl makes bowling twice within a month worthwhile. I might do it again soon just for that one thrill.