Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m finally throwing something sharper than an insult at you. They say 'absence makes the heart grow fonder,' but I’ve found that a six-pound blade and a wooden target do the trick a whole lot faster.  Here’s to a Friday the 13th spent buried in a new hobby—and by […]

roses are red, wood chips are flying I’m so head over heels, there’s no point in denying you’ve hit the bullseye of my heart with such perfect grace even if your backswing is all over the place There’s nobody else I’d rather face a target with! Use XOXO for the axe-rific discount when online booking […]