I finished my crazy baking spree...yes, I did 3 dozen blueberry muffins, 2 pumpkin spice cakes and a huge amount (3-1/2 lbs of apple) of fruit compote with a crunchy topping. It was amazing. But it was time to go...we were going a bowlin'.
Now when you grow up in northeastern Pa, bowling is a way of life. Even if you hate it, you will eventually play. Every kid has a bowling birthday party. Teens have nothing better to do. And it's worse when you are the 'bad one'...aka you can't hit even 100 when all around you there is the sound of "Another strike...well done Bobby!". So you just laugh and remind yourself that someday you will get out of this god-forsaken place and never bowl again. But you do...cause now it's kinda retro and cool. And so you put on your baggy jeans, your US tee-shirt, rent out a pair of those kickin' red-white-and-blue bowling shoes and shake ya tail feather up to the line. And amazingly enough...you might even hear, "Wow! Nice job! Another strike L." Heehee!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Unfortunately the night did not turn out to end in as much fun as it started...we were to go out for drinks and dinner but poor R. was suffering from a stomach thing. He looked as green as a brown skinned guy can do. So we got off the bus with everyone else and tried to find a bathroom. He wasn't sure if he was gonna puke or see it come out the other end. McDonalds, while banned by us for food, was the perfect place to go and use the loo. And he did. But there was still a bit of sick left...just after grabbing a cab he had to stop and what was left in his guts made their way to the concrete. Poor honey. I took care of him all night long. (Hope that makes up for him holding my hair while puking up too much wine one night). But now at work...about to fall asleep on my computer. At least the baking goods went over well at work!
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Added later in the day (around lunchtime):
Can you tell why I love my man? Well..perhaps this text I just got will give you the reason why...
R. I'm farting major rotten eggs here and it stinks like hell. Noisy & deadly. Thought you might be interested to know.
L. Ah, the love.
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