Oh my God, you guys! We are HALFWAY THERE. You are awesome.
I mentioned it here already, and I’ll probably mention it again because I think it’s such a big, honking deal. I’m on a bowling team, which means I’m legally allowed to throw very heavy balls indoors.
I’m certain that was specifically disallowed when I was a child, and now I know why. Let’s just say, there’s every chance that I won’t knock down any of my pins, but I might knock down some of yours, Mr. Bowling Lane Neighbor Man. And wow, am I sorry about that.
Generally, I think a little public humiliation is good for the soul, but this time I’m not doing it for personal growth or because I’m just dying to pick up a little athlete’s foot from the shared shoe collection.
Bowling for Boobies raises money for women who’ve had their personal finances beat to smithereens due to a breast cancer diagnosis. They don’t give the money to a hospital – although that’s an awesome thing. They don’t use it to encourage mammograms – although that’s even more awesome. The money goes straight to the patient. It pays electric bills and insurance premiums and buys groceries. I bowl today, and she can afford milk tomorrow. That simple.
I’ve been “bowled over” by the generosity of everyone, and we are halfway to our goal. Every single dollar helps. Literally every dollar. So if you feel moved to toss in the cost of a gallon of milk or loaf of bread or a monthly water bill, I promise it’ll get where it should go.
And yes, there will be pictures. Lots and lots of embarrassing pictures.