There is bowling on our TV as I sit here writing this. And Brian often threatens that he could probably make the bowling tour and talks of a cross-country life in a motor home. It was only a matter of time before this theme came up. The day we planned to take these photos it was pouring rain and the bowling alley was quite crowded. We did the photos ourselves and bowled a half game before Miles decided he wasn't in to it and only wanted to run down the lane or into the bar. The bowlers around us looked on in curiosity. I have successfully managed to not be signed up for a bowling league which is a huge accomplishment when your husband owns his own bowling balls (yes, plural) and shoes (although if he were to bring up the new outfits I would get to buy or non-grody bowling shoes, I might be coerced).