All this snow, and slush, and otherwise dreariness is making me dream of things far more fabulous–like lawn parties. Can’t you see us now? Meandering about on manicured grounds–stopping every now and again to smell a rose or comment how a topiary looks an exact replica of the statue David–while munching wee sandwiches, and sipping a custom brew.
And let’s not forget those rousing games of croquet, which, of course, will involve this croquet set . . .
Of course, I’ll feel compelled to apologize for winning every game. Seems quite unfair. But, in my defense, can it be helped if a kickboxing video imparts mad croquet skills? I think not, my friends. I think not.