Life Signatures

I was going to eat dinner before I went to bunco but I thought, “It’s at Neighbor Sue’s house.”

Chocolate Mousse with petit fours.

So I literally ate 20 of these instead.

Keylime pie with raspberry torts.

I didn’t have enough room to fit in a piece of cake but trust me, I wanted to.

Amish coconut cake.

And these? Forgetaboutit.

Chocolate truffles. (Neighbor Sue made these)

Oh and the cosmos…

It had vodka in it or did I say that already?

I had to show you the island.

This is THE ISLAND. It’s as big as Kauai. And just as gorgeous.

I’m totally hooked. Totally.

The cosmopolitan.

It’s a lady’s drink.

And a sophisticated one at that.

It looks good in the hands of a lady, especially with pink sugar along the rim.

It was so good we wanted to go for seconds.

Tell us Neighbor Mindy, how good was it?

Actually, since there’s lots of vodka in it, I had one drink and had to switch back to wine which I’ve totally immune to. Vodka and I don’t mix anymore…it’s a physiological thing. However, I did indulge in one and I have one thing to say, Salut!

Oh wait, I have to show you Neighbor Sue’s plate. It’s a Spode and shoot! I didn’t have the setting correct on my camera or you would have seen the pretty green and the chocolate brown floral pattern. Sigh. Sorry, it’s my weakness…

I don’t have a lot of pictures of Neighbor Yvonne.

I don’t know why, she lives right across the street.

Maybe it’s because she’s shy.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone.

This month’s bunco game was really subdued. We were all tired for some reason. We almost quit playing at half time because we were all so run down…

It’s hard sometimes to give so much to our jobs and families and then turn around and have a rip roaring time. After all, except for Neighbor Kaiasha, none of us are spring chickens anymore. But having a chance to get together each month really is a blessing. Most of the time we just wave to each other as we pass by on the road, each of us hurrying to get on with our busy lives.

And we have a chance to learn about each other a little more each time we’re together. We had the honor of meeting Neighbor Sue’s mom who filled in for an absent bunco member. She’s of East Indian descent with a fascinating story about living in England. I think I’ll have to get Nanna and her together along with some wine one day…it should be fun.

So this week will be Desperate Housewives week because we deserve it. It’s a good way to celebrate the sisterhood.

To that we say, hallelujah!

February is almost over so I thought I’d better post this because once March gets here, the February edition is no longer valid. Something like that.

I said I’d show you Neighbor Kaishia’s bedroom. Beautiful isn’t it?

But it’s just too tempting. Neighbor Susan refused to join in and said, “Once is enough. We’re going to get a reputation.”

All I can say to that is this. Too late.

What’s the big deal? We always make the bed later.

We’re coming to your house next.

Today Neighbor Mary Ann goes into surgery. I believe with all my heart in the power of prayer.

We wish you well today Mary Ann.

There’s no men allowed at bunco.

An exception was made last week for Ironman.

We would subject men to cat whistles.

And a small amount of ridicule and abuse.

Trust me guys, you don’t want to come.

We may just do this to you.

Then Neighbor Theresa’s boy, Little Ryan, came home.

And said “Hey, what are you doing to my Ironman?”

He rescued Ironman from our clutches and ran upstairs.

You can never trust those bunco women.

I’ve been playing bunco with this group for about four years. And I’ve only won once, once.

Not that it’s just about prizes.

But it would be nice to winning something every once in a while.

Always the brides maid.

Never the bride.

Wait a minute – is that Neighbor Suzanne again?

Then, miraculously, it happened.

It was my turn, finally!

It was the most beautiful set of dish towels I had ever seen.

I’m just beside myself. And everyone else was really jealous, really jealous. It was really getting old watching everyone else win.