Snapshot Sunday: Alley Cats
I’m a big fan of new traditions.
Oh, we had the traditional Thanksgiving dinner. In fact, we’re having it for the third time tonight. Can I pack stuffing and mashed potatoes in a lunchbox? Watch me.
But I think my favorite new Thanksgiving tradition is going to be where we spend our Black Friday. You can keep your crowded malls and packed stores. I get itchy just thinking about them.
No, from now on, come the day after Thanksgiving you’ll find us at the bowling alley. Together. Wearing stinky shoes, throwing strikes and giving high fives.
We each have own bowling style. Which kind of mimics our real-life style.
One of us refuses to see limits on what she can do.
You know the ball’s a little heavy when you have to hike it up with your knee.
One of us knows exactly what she wants, and chooses to stand around with a little attitude, waiting for it to happen.
She takes the same stance with every request for a puppy.
One of us is cautiously optimistic. Not really believing she deserves the grace she’s being given.
Bumpers are so forgiving. Thank goodness.
One of us is strong, dependable and consistent, yet with a touch of suave.
We’re not great bowlers, but maybe one year one of us will even get a turkey.
Not this year, apparently. Darn that ninth frame.
After we handed over our shoes to be Lysoled, we sat down to dinner at the tiny Mexican restaurant next door. Chili pepper lights and pink foil garland gleamed above our heads as we snuggled into a small, cozy booth. We filled up on chips, some of us even being brave enough to dip the tiniest, little corner into the fiery salsa. A song came on and suddenly Gigi’s face lit up in recognition. It wasn’t long until we all were booth dancing (picture lots of finger wagging) and singing along to “Feliz Navidad.” It was then I knew this would be my favorite moment of Thanksgiving.
And unto us a new tradition was born.
I’m a big fan.