Two days ago I received an email from our friend Rachel, saying her and Robert were free this weekend, and wondering if we were too. And amazingly enough, we were. We planned to get together for dinner tonight – hot dogs and s’mores over the campfire. Well, the weather forecast did not cooperate with us, with rain showers coming through every half hour. Instead, we broiled the hot dogs, used the blow torch to cook the marshmallows (how did I miss getting a picture of that?!), and then headed down to the bowling alley to pass the evening together.
Justin was still riding high from miraculously beating Trav while bowling in Houston, and was unprepared for the bowling genius that Robert & Rachel brought forth. But yet, once again, somehow he pulled a load of strikes out of who-knows-where during the last two frames of each game and came out ahead, the weasel.
