(Let me start this post with a clarification that I am writing this with a sarcastic tone. I am being snarky, silly, imaginative; however you want to say it I am really not angry with my angel boys!)
No, I wasn't bowling in the middle of the night! The only thing I'm doing at 3 a.m. is either sleeping or wishing I was asleep. But I have two grandsons who thought it would be a great time for a bowling game.
So picture this... beautiful evening. Windows open, a slight breeze, crickets chirping their melodious tunes to the man in the moon.
Sleeping. Or trying to. I wasn't even in my own bed! I've been fighting a sinus infection so I thought I would sleep upstairs and let my sweet honey have a break from my tossing and turning and snuffing and snorting. But that didn't mean that I didn't keep myself awake with all that racket.
And then it hit. A searing white flash of light followed shortly afterwards with a huge BoOm!! It shook the house! It scared the animals! And it quite frankly scared me!!
McKallister and Quincy were at it again! They love to bowl! Usually they are polite young men and bowl in the middle of the afternoon or early evening. We've even enjoyed sitting out on the front porch and cheering them on for their obvious strikes or laughing at their pitiful blunders. I guess they didn't like the pressure because they started this match at 3:00 a.m. AND they had to go all out with the disco lights for fun, too!
Whoever decided, "Mmmm. Let's build an enclosed area, with wooden floors and throw / roll a large, solid object down a row into more pieces of wood / plastic to make a crashing sound and add flashing lights to it and call this fun!" has a weird sense of humor. Oh, yeah, and then someone else decided to add alcohol to some of the matches. Good call!
So, back to Mac and Quincy. Mac is the poorer bowler of the two. I'm not sure if he's just letting Quincy win to be a nice big brother or he's just not good at the sport, but he pretty much sucks. Whenever it's his turn you can hear the ball meander back and forth between the bumper pads and then ding a pin. But Quincy on the other hand - WOW! That boy has some moves! His turn always consists of lightning zippy balls roaring down the lane and plowing through the pins!!
Back to the other night. I think Mac may have given up after a few rounds because the game didn't last all that long, but what they did play was with vim and vigor! A few strikes, a few slashes of light across the sky and that was it!
Next time, boys, if you're gonna wake me up let's at least have a little ABBA in the background to go with the lights! OK?
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