Hello long lost readers,
Last night I went bowling with various bloggers noted here (thanks for doing all the work, Domestic Goddess), so I thought, better write a blog entry so they have something to read should they ever wander into the Dream Kitchen. We are all fans of Bossy, who is going on a road trip soon to meet many of her blogging fans. (Saturn, can you send me $10 for that?) Bossy got the highest score, an amazing 113, so no wonder she wanted to go bowling. What a show-off.
I got the low score of 40, but at least I didn't get my thumb stuck in the ball or throw the ball up in the air several feet and have it land with a huge thud. But I did need a ringer to bring my score up from zero (see last link, thanks, R!). Whenever anyone got a gutter ball, huge white letters spelling GUTTER would drift across the screen at the speed of a tortoise. I hate that screen. And whenever you ate a tater tot, it would say HAVING ANOTHER,FATSO? But heck, we were there for the people, and what a great bunch of gals. All women who bowl are gals, you know that? Just for the evening, as long as you're wearing the shoes. Even if you're at the hipster North Bowl in hipster North Liberties, serving its hipster irony-drenched tater tots, it's still a bowling alley, with gals. Gals and fellas.
Before I go, because I promised myself I wouldn't obsess about this entry and edit it a zillion times and write too much and fiddle with the paragraphing when I should really be writing my manuscript (or cleaning my house, or something) I just want to present an award. Nothing to do with bowling bloggers.
It's the award for Best Headline Ever Written About a Politician's Disgrace. This entry received the highest scores ever for brevity, economy, humor, and, for extra credit, rhyme. Please join me in congratulating the New York Post for yesterday's headline, "Ho No!"
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8 comments:
I think I preferred the big "gutter" screen to the times that the screen acknowledged nothing because even the gutter ball was beneath it.
Right back at you. i've been here before, by the way. I love your bathroom floor!
Great meeting, you Nutmeg!
It was sooo much fun and Bossy was a total show-off. That's why we love her and SATURN. :)
I am really sad about the NY Governor thing. (As a former NY and still a property owner there.) I think because this is why a certain person wants wiretapping, only to destory Dems who can have him impeached. Where is Jimmy Hoffa when you need him?
Hold on there, missy -- you TIED for low score of 40. I am very proud of my 40, and will not give up my right to be last place!
Doods (or is that gals?). Those tots, they keep coming back to haunt me.
I was in second-to-last place! WOOHOO! GO ME! GO ME!!! I am dreadfully embarassed to admit I even worked at a bowling alley. Sigh. That freaking screen, taunting, displaying, making me feel inferior...
Hey, glad you're back into the blogging thang. Good to meet you.
Hmmm, good thing you got to meet all these bloggers so they could bring you back to the blog!! You've been missed!
Actually, I had my tots with irony ON THE SIDE.
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