The Sporting Self
If you can get hurt doing something, it's can be labeled a sport. And by that logic, bowling has been upgraded from game to sport, because I hurt myself bowling last week. Pathetic, I know. But on the third game (Mondays and Wednesdays are $1 nights, something new we learned), 9th frame, I twinged my back something awful. It's been hurting ever since. It is getting better every day, so I have hope.Pool and poker are still games though. Skill and chance, skill and chance.
In other news: Fidget and I spent the entire weekend together and yesterday, he was a complete ass. I don't know why, maybe because he can't get to his brother's wedding, or he's not sleeping well at my house or his allergies are acting up. But still, he was being a dick.
He apologized today though and promised to make it up to me. And who can be mad at him. The smile, the eyes, the lips...anyway...He owes me big time.
posted by HelloBettyLou @ 8:59 PM
4 Comments:
Maybe fidget is revealing his true self. Do you like what you see?
Be careful big sis. This might be foreshadowing. Or, he really is awesome and he just having a rough go right now.
Then again, he may really be a big jerk, in which case, he must be destroyed.
yjanks sugarpie, he was just having a bad day.
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