Beckman Bowl 2017

Because the trolley that we rented last year is in the shop, a bunch of my aunts, uncles and grown-up cousins took our holiday cheer (read: slop show) to the Sherman Bowling Center last night to get our gutter balls on.

I'm pretty terrible at bowling to begin with but, as it turns out, I become even terribler after half a dozen Moscow mules. In fact, the only person to take pity on me as far as scoring goes may or may not have been Bevan.

Even though I hardcore lost and also felt like hot trash this morning, I had a grand-tastic time with my relatives and I feel pretty darn lucky that after thirty-three years they're still willing to put up with my next-level nonsense.