Sure, I’ve played golf. My husband is addicted. I just don’t really see the appeal of standing in a cow pasture, hitting a tiny little white ball with a stick, and trying to get it in a tiny hole. There is something to be said about being out in nature, friendly competition, and a cocktail or three… for me though, golf could definitely be more, well… fun.
Okay, I can hear you all groaning already, and I did too when I came across this seemingly wacky device designed to tan only your feet, while you toil away at your desk. I chuckled to myself as I thought of the humorous post I could spin from this ridiculous device when my husband, who plays golf as much as humanly possible, hopped out of bed with his disturbingly pale feet. I realize that runners, and climbers, and just about anyone else that enjoys outdoor sports might be suffering from cadaverous-like feet.