Bunco night….couldn’t ask for more fun than twelve women rolling dice. The conversations range from tame to downright wild and crazy. I may install hidden microphones for future reference.
I did promise Sarah that I wouldn’t mention the apron. I suggested she wear it and nothing else. Surely that would be as good as a French maid’s costume for a fun, fun romp around the house with her husband. Think he would approve the suggestion?
Oops.
There was some brief discussion of gun control and a mention of Obamacare. I love these ladies, but it never ceases to amaze me that folks will believe what they want to believe, hear what they want to hear. Fact checking is apparently an art form yet to be practiced by the general population.
I’m going to start telling everyone that I’m thin and 25. If I keep repeating it at least half the population will be convinced it’s gospel.
Oh and I’ll tell everyone that the only way to save money is to give it to me. Woooowhooooo.
Rich, young, and beautiful!
Who said you can’t have it all…
