My wife has been recruited by the sailing club to help fight her off; mostly because my wife has a power-washer. Make no mistake, my friends, it IS her power-washer. She loves the power tools.
Ahem.
This next picture was one I grabbed off the club camera early one morning and was never able to figure out was going on with those big disks. Anybody want to speculate about Roswell, et.al? I wasn't feeling very creative that day, so never did anything with this one.
And then there is this little vixen. Kris bought the same jacket and occasionally wears it the same way, but only at home. I put this picture in here so you wouldn't be pissed at me for wasting your time with this post.
2 comments:
Could the disks be tables on edge? Or maybe there really is something more sinister going on?
I think you're right, Dan. There are a half-dozen round tables in the clubhouse. Someone must have rolled them out here to clean up in there.
Not as interesting. Sigh.
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