And Yes, I own a bowling ball and for some reason we have bowling pins in our garage. Sha and I laughed when we got our bowling balls for Christmas. I feel like I should be a super bowler now. I'm still barely breaking a hundred.
My jeans are dying. I only have two pair of jeans any more. The other pair are high-waters. When I put these jeans on, my feet always go through the knees. It's kind of awkward. Speaking of awkward, have you ever thought about what an awkward word "awkward" is. I mean, how many words have two Ws the way awkward does. It's even an awkward word to write. Especially in cursive.
These are my nieces. It took some effort and about six pictures before I finally got them both laughing. They are so cute. There's something fun about a baby's laugh. It's so infectious. Even looking at the picture, I can't help but smile.
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I'm impressed you have a bowling ball. I can't remember the last time I went bowling but I've always had fun doing it. Me and Stephan really should go bowling sometime. I bet Penny would love it. Maybe they'd put up the bumpers for her and I could use the same lane and actually break 60.
You know what word I hate? Comfortable. I think that's an awkward to say. I like to pronounce all the syllables in a word and if you say com-fort-able, you sound like an idiot.
Girl, get thee to a store and buy some pants. Try Ann Taylor Loft, Old Navy, Gap. You know, one of those stores that sells clothing.
And I totally know what you mean about babies laughing. It makes me smile too.
VW synea: when your knees get shy about poking thru your pants.
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