Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Skee ball

Last week we stopped into the arcade at Balboa Beach to show Leta what life was like before the Wii, and she and Jon spent an hour and a ridiculous amount of money trying to win tickets at skee ball. So that she could turn those tickets in for a plastic frog. For the next two days she didn’t talk about anything other than how good her Daddy is at games, and I was all, you don’t have to tell me, Leta. I married him specifically for his high score on Frogger.

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