"you fall more than anyone I've ever known"

So says Brad about my latest adventure. And he may be right. I do seem to fall an awful lot for a full-grown adult. There was the trip (ha ha - get it?? TRIP?!?!?!) down the stairs at Tres Hombres. I can't tell you how many times I fell on the snow and ice this winter, and last night's topper, the bowling incident.

Now anyone who has ever bowled with me knows a couple things: 1 - I'm really bad at the bowling. 2 - I have terrible bowling form (which is probably why I'm such a poor bowler). And 3 - bowling shoes and floors are really slippery (of course, you don't have to have bowled with ME to know that last one).

Now I get to the bowling alley looking pretty cool. I'm wearing my K RANCH bowling shirt, with my name stitched on the front (if my name were Leon), and in the practice round, I actually bowled a strike. But Game 1 didn't turn out so well. A whopping 49! (which, by the way, is better than the 16 I got last time I went...) Game 2 was going ok until....Frame 3. I don't know what happened exactly. You know how it is. One minute you're headed for the lane, ball poised, ready for action. The next, you're on your butt in your shirt named Leon, the ball is in the gutter, the alarm that alerts the whole bowling alley that you just went over the line is going off, and you might have a broken wrist.

I think I heard a crack when I hit the floor. It might have been my wrist. However, evidenced by the fact that I'm typing less than 24 hours later, it probably isn't broken. It hurts a lot, though. And it's not swollen or bruised enough to get the office sympathy. So for now I just say "ow" a lot, and whimper occasionally. I hope this doesn't interfere with carrying my suitcase on my upcoming vacation!!