The Thing That Goes Doink

Yesterday I went bowling with my immediate family. It's something of a winter break tradition with us, where we meet up at the bowling alley for bowling, beer and fries. It was fun and I bowled fairly consistently - 112 for my first two games and then 116 for the last game. My thighs are killing me, though. Though that could be the bowling in tandem with the fact that I went a mile on the treadmill yesterday, running the last quarter mile.

Today I have a party at my friend Sabrina's house. travellyr, sideshow_ericka, chaosblue, irksnapple and amberdexterious will all be there, along with pretty much the rest of the gang. It doesn't start until eight, so about seven I'll start making rice to go with the curry and I'll probably send my husband to pick up a couple of take and bake pizzas from the grocery store. He wants to use his Star Trek pizza cutter pretty badly, and what better time than at the New Year's party? (He also wants to use his titanium spork, so I'm fully expecting that to show up as well.) I need to remember to pack Apples to Apples and some Wii games as well, and most likely along with our Wii because we have all of the save data. I also need to remember my can of Cougar Gold and the turron. I just can't remember if anyone in the group is allergic to almonds or not. (Off to Facebook to make a quick inquiry.)

My husband and I spent the morning cleaning the apartment, because we were out of town on Sunday and failed to do it on Monday. I'm quite relieved that everything is clean again, and I really need to go over the dining room table one last time and toss all of the adds and crap that we aren't using anymore and make one more feeble attempt to reclaim it. (I doubt it will work but it's at least worth a shot.)

Anyway, I need to finish up the cleaning and maybe I'll play some more Donkey Kong Country Returns. Damn that game is addictive.