sunday confession

friday night i went to bunco.
except there weren't enough ladies
to actually play bunco.

so we ate and laughed,
gossiped, drank-ed, giggled,
ate some more, talked,
and had lots of fun.

it was, oh,
just like regular bunco,
but without dice.

shhh.
don't tell mm.
he put the kids to bed.
by himself.

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.