We set up our badmitton net last night. During an intense rally, Britta swung a little too hard and the shuttlecock flew on the roof. We thought of fashioning some sort of poking device, but we don't have any duct tape. So, next best thing, we threw the kickball at it. I hope the neighbors don't hate us.
Lisa gave it a few shots, grandma style.
Then we got a better idea.
Kelly thinks we're ridiculous. And we are!
Tonight, we made up a couple of new drinking games... one being Beer Badmitton.
