Last weekend, we managed to squeeze in a game of bocce at the house—our first of the summer! Seriously, where has the summer gone? Bruce was looking pretty smug, confident he’d come out on top. We even resorted to measuring the distance with our feet for accuracy.
My personal goal? Just to win one throw and steer us all into the shade! Unfortunately, my bocce skills are less than stellar—I ended up finishing in fourth place. As you can see, my mom took home the win. She’s serious about her bocce, and her secret weapon? Yelling at the balls for extra motivation!
