As I watched my husband's chances to win the ATV shrink from 1 in 200, to 1 in 21, to 1 in 12, to 1 in 5, to 1 in 2, I caught myself thinking, "this isn't such a lame way to spend an anniversary after all."A bowling contest was not at all what I had in mind for my 20th anniversary, but an ATV wouldn't be a bad memento.
Alas, when he missed the 3-10 split by an eighth of an inch, the ATV went to someone else.
Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. It definitely doesn't count in bowling. But we didn't walk away empty-handed. After all, we got a picture and a story to rival my parents' honeymoon at the crocodile farm.
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