Yesterday..

In an attempt to beat the January blues Chris and I snuck off to our favorite fish bar a couple blocks down the street.

Something about eating oysters just makes me feel like I'm on vacation. Sometime I'll tell you about the story when I brought home an oyster shell from Minnesota when I was eight years old and my brother convinced me it was attracting spiders in my bedroom and it must be removed immediately. Luckily, he volunteered to be the brave soul to do it- and for only $10. Which to an eight year old is pretty much the equivalent of $1,000.

Maybe it was because we had just watched King Pin the night before, but Chris and I decided to continue our Saturday fun at the bowling alley. Go figure. Even though I was still sore from my bowling shenanigans on Wednesday, I knew deep down all great athletes must persevere through the pain anyway.

That's Roy Munson form if I've ever seen it.

But I can't bowl without beverages. It just would't feel right.

The thing about day drinking is that is always seems like such a good idea. Until the evening rolls around and you're either extremely wasted or hungover by 8:30. In our case, Chris was passed out by 9 and I was 

on the couch with a plate of nachos watching Dance Moms. Not a bad Saturday night in my book. That Maddie is such a talented little girl I could watch her step-ball-change for hours.