It was a beautiful day.
Why not play some jenga?
Some giant jenga.
Couldn't it become a Thing? Street jenga?
We commented that we probably should have had some kids somewhere in sight, at least pretending they were playing with us, but no. No kids. Just us.
(This post written in honor of the OMG - the Original Mr. Golf, and the person who crafted this giant jenga - who celebrated his birthday yesterday somewhere in the lake district of Chile. Huzzah!!)