We played games during our vacation, one of which was croquette. This has to be the nicest setup I’ve seen to date. Most of the work was done by my 80-mumble grandfather, seen in the picture below, in the insanely hot weather we had. When they were younger (i.e. 5 years ago), he and my Grandmother moved, with only a shovel and wheel barrow, 11 tons of gravel from the front of the house to the back of the house, in 2 DAYS (I’ve seen the dump truck receipt). They don’t make them like that any more. My generation is a bunch of wussies in comparison.

The competition was tough, the heat was brutal, but in the end, Team 1 (my team) beat Team 3 (the other team) in the never-to-be-repeated-by-sane-people croquette match. The other two teams beat the heat by playing each other with the sprinklers going.  The Mrs. informed me that she’ll never play this game with me. Apparently we were very ‘focused’ on winning. I blame the red vines we were consuming.