Giving me a woody!

ou would be hard pressed to find the activity I hated most out of all my experiences as a young lad than the time I was forced to go camping in the mountains of Santa Cruz.  The dirt, the lack of running water, bugs and the paranoid fear that Michael Myers was going to leap out at me any moment all conspired to turn me into the eternal "city boy" I am today.   Now, I enjoy nature and all it's beauty, but only in controlled environments.  What's more controlled than Lucite!?  And what could be more beautiful to said self-proclaimed city boy than these "petrified" stools by Bleu Nature.  I've said it a million times and I'll say it again - French just do it better.