Last weekend we took the Nieces to visit with the better-half’s aunt and walk to the top of Crabtree Falls.
You’re the top:
You’re the smile on Mona Lisa:
You’re the Louvre Museum:
You’re the time of the Derby Winner:
OK, the Cole Porter lyrics are letting me down. We played a version of Bocce on Sunday morning. I’m pretty sure we were only doing it partially right, but it was quite fun and I’d play again.