Your Broken Bone Is Healing When.....

When you first break your arm/wrist, you know it; it hurts.

After a while, except for the cumbersome nature of the cast, you kinda forget. This is what happened Sunday.

Jr. and Girlfriend have nothing to do; the mall closes early and no good new movies. I say, "Bowling!" They say, "Yea!!" I go to grab my jacket and we all cry laughing.

We completely forgot my right arm is in a cast. Whatever. We're going. That's when you know it's healing.

However, my Mom is Polish and a Fantastic bowler (notice the capital 'F'?). I am not. So, upon returning, I call her.

I say, "Mom. I went bowling left handed and was the third best of everyone who was there bowling! So, what do you think?!!"

She says, "First, you're an idiot for trying it; you want to break something else?! Next, you're either way better with your left arm, or you were one of only three people in the bowling alley."

Dang it. It was the latter.