Flintstone that is. 😳
So #1 wanted to go bowling for his birthday (can you SEE where this is going? :dead: ).
We go, his friend shows up, oh and I forgot the cookie cake :doze:
I told the kids, no LAUGHING at mom (because Mom hasn’t bowled but maybe once in her life). So I’m doing pretty good (never again will I pay for 2 hours. It was WAY too long), and after hour 1 two high school boys come in and start playing next to us. They’re a total riot, trying to mess each other up and stuff. Like one time, guy #1 was getting ready to bowl and guy #2 yells out “FRUIT” just as he went to release the ball and the guy totally flubbed it. Yes, I laughed my ass off.
Not five minutes later it’s my turn. I”m tired. My fingers hurt and our time is nearly up. I’m clock watching. I walk out, I throw the ball and then my feet disappeared. This was not a small fall either. Have you ever fallen down and not known how you got there?
Oh NOOOOOOOO no discreet and delicate stumble that I can gracefully recover from.
Baby this is RED ALERT! THE FAT CHICK IS DOWN. I REPEAT, THE FAT CHICK ON LANE SEVENTEEN IS DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!! :yell:
The high school boys laughed. The kids laughed. Hell, I laughed. I mean what the hell else are you gonna do?
(yes Daisy I’m using it in my current wip -though Carlotta’s not fat).