Anything Goes

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.

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