{Please read in the tune of “The Twelve Days of Christmas” for full dramatic effect.}
[Clears throat.]
On the twelfth day of Christmas, bunco group met and had:
12 girls a laughing, 11 types of food, lots of cameras flashing, we played dirty santa, ornaments exchanged, lots of “Bunco!” screaming, purple tiara wearing, AND WORE TACKY SWEATERS, four sets of dice, three card tables, two bunco sisters and one very precious baby Hunter.
Yes. I am fully aware that I am a nerd. A bunco nerd.
“You have to wear this sweater,” Jennifer said to me when she found out she couldn’t go. “It’s just too ugly not to be there.” Jennifer had found an ugly sweater from Heath and Hannah to wear to our Christmas bunco, but then found out that her husband’s Christmas party was the same night. So she gets the good wife award which is shaped like an apron to hang on her kitchen wall. And the good friend award because she passed on the glory to me of the ugliest Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen. It urps Christmas.
Photo: compliments of Hannah Alexander-Carpenter. Stolen from: Facebook.
Cassie Jones Photography 