It's no The Art of War, but it's close

1.)  I went bowling on Friday night and I have a few observations.  First, I am an old woman.  After the first 5 frames my arm hurt, my thumb hurt, my knee hurt, my ankle hurt and my hip hurt.  We ended up playing three whole games (sets? matches? rounds?) and when I woke up the next morning I prayed that my telepathy would finally kick in so I could contact the old folks home from my cozy bed and beg them to come and get me.  Second, bowling with just girls is so much better.  Guys turn it into a competition and get kind of pouty when they're not killing everyone else.  Girls cheer for gutter balls and go nutso when anyone even gets close to a strike. Also, there is a lot more dancing and posing with just girls.  Third, I bowled a 60, a 64, and a 67.  It's all about consistency.

2.)  On Saturday night I watched three of my favorite kids for a few hours and after we finished coloring (I'm going to have to buy a second fridge so I have more room on which to display all of our art work) we snuggled in and watched The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.  If you recall the opening sequence is set during the London Blitz and Jarron asked, "Why are they getting bombed?" Try to explain the tactics of war to a six year old.  He wasn't getting it.  So I changed my own tactics and explained it using Star Wars.  How Darth Vader was going around with his Death Star (Jarron:  "Yes, I know all about the Death Star.") and blowing up planets, (Jarron:  "Like Alderaan?") and how the Death Star was like Germany and Hitler was like Darth Vader and the Rebel Alliace was like the Allied Forces and London was like Hoth or the forest moon of Endor. He totally got it.