We Are Blending

Rugby is just one of those memorable sports.

You'll just have to figure out for yourself which one of those guys might be Dear Fiance, but let's just say that good rugby players keep themselves  fit.  Very fit.  Nicely fit.

Yes indeed.

Because in a sport where they wear no pads and hit really hard, players have got to maintain some serious muscles to protect themselves.
So - they don't actually play naked, but without protective padding, they might as well be bare.  And that picture was good, wasn't it?

The kids, dogs, and I are just about to leave to watch Dear Fiance play rugby.  They watch for the excitement.  I go to be supportive, but mainly to look at his amazing legs while he plays.  There, I've said it. :D

Happy Saturday, Dear Reader!!

Last night my friend Sue, web goddess extraordinaire, went with me to see this movie at the independent theater where all the cool kids go to watch interesting flicks.

We were there too.

In all seriousness though, the film is absolutely captivating, visually.  As it opened up I leaned over to tell Sue that I never did acid, but if I ever were to, it would be to watch this movie!!  She agreed.  It's a breathtaking plunge into limitless what-if's.  The kind of stuff that blows your mind if you let it.

As we walked out the theater she remarked "well I know what kind of dreams I'll be having tonight!"