Since Dad gets Christmas week off, our days have been filled with watching Christmas movies, long games of Monopoly and games in general. Tonight Mom and Dad surprised us with a trip to the bowling alley. Bowling is one of those things that I forget about doing but have really wanted to do for a while. It turns out that I wasn't as bad as thought I was going to be. Especially considering the fact that I wasn't using bumpers like my Mom and younger brothers. At least I didn't bowl a nine like Uncle Ron did when he was eight years old. My mom said that he stormed out of the building mad that she had beaten him when what he should have been crying about was his score.