On Saturday John and I went lawn bowling with a bunch of his colleagues. Yes, indeedy. John makes it look pretty darn cool, doesn’t he?

It would have been cooler if he got a point/basket/goal with that throw/shot/swing/whatever, but he did not. We were playing boys against girls though, (boyz drool GIRLS RULE!!!) so his lack of mad skillz at this particular juncture was appreciated all around.

The girls won. Because boys drool. And girls rule.

(even though the only reason the girls won was because a superstar female lawn bowling CHAMPION joined the girls team and single-handedly whooped the boys asses… and the girls asses come to think of it… but it was okay that she whooped the girl’s butts because she was on our team and we gladly accepted debilitating, soul crushing humiliation because it meant THE GIRLS WON. Because girl rule.)

And boys drool.

There may have been a certain amount of trash talk on the bowling green that day.