Kelly’s Unnecessary Blog

I was going to extoll the delights of bowling, but given my scores tonight, I cannot in all good conscience do so, so this is a mercifully short post for a change. It was definitely a die-trying night. There’s always next week.

This is my Storm Ace. I don’t use it much anymore, but it was the easiest to get at when I wanted to take the picture of my marker knuckle tattoo. It’s my fourth ball, the odd ball out of my three-ball bowling bag. Maybe it would have worked for me tonight.

Storm scents their balls—the Ace smells like wintergreen.