Saturday morning, Mister Wonderful (there has been some confusion as to what Mr. W stood for, and some hapless men whose last names begin with the letter ‘W’ misaccused of being smitten with me) and I went to Fountain Valley Bowl to volunteer for a Special Olympics bowling event, which volunteer effort was organized by my cousin Jennifer through her company, Pacific Life Insurance.

Mr. W and I were in charge of 2 bowling lanes (7 special needs bowlers) and may I just say, Mr. W impressed both me and my cousin Jennifer. He was the total perfect volunteer parent type, enthusiastic, encouraging, responsible, had an eye on everybody, remembered everyone’s names, cheered for everyone, kept up the scores in the computer, took care of technical malfunctions. I basically just sat back and did the occasional clap or cheer (just kidding, I kept paper score and made sure my lane of 4 bowlers were content, happy, and went up to bowl in the proper order in their proper lanes, and chased down the one that kept wandering off).

This was Mr. W’s first volunteer experience. You couldn’t tell by looking at him. I’m already just so happy that he’d go along with it just because I’m doing it.