Stinky Bunco

Monday night, I played Bunco with a bunch of women from playgroup and a few of their friends and co-workers. There are many variations of Bunco, but I'll give you ours. Eight women gather together, rotating whose home they invade, eat dinner and play Bunco. It is mainly an excuse to get away from the husband and kids, eat food someone else had to make (except when it's your turn to host), and gossip over a dice game that takes just a little brainpower to play. We split into 2 tables (the winners'/head table and the losers' table), pair up with the woman across the table, and roll a set of 3 dice until someone gets 21 points. There are 6 rounds in each game. In round one, each time a dice lands on a 1, it's worth one point. In round two, points are awarded for tossing 2's. And so on. After each round, the pair of women from the loser table who had more points moves to the winner table while the pair who had fewer points at the winner/head table gets kicked down to the losers' table.

This week, there was an extra incentive to win and move to the head table. We were in the middle of the first game and Kristy said she could smell something odd. Mindy (the hostess) seemed a bit confused and then gasped. She jumped up, ran to the door to her garage (a few feet away from the losers' table), opened it, yelled something unintelligible, put down her garage door, and shut the door to the garage. She was not pleased about something. I vaguely remembered that her garage door had been open just a few inches. (Turns out that was so her cat could get in to his food and water.)

So Mindy shared her struggle with her in-laws' cats. Her in-laws (neither she nor her husband gets along with them very well) have 12 cats and live next door. They aren't really all that close because Mindy is pretty far out in the country, I guess you'd call it. Houses are relatively spread out. But one of those 12 cats, a big male, likes to come over to Mindy's house and spray all over. In particular he likes to spray on door and window glass. Yuck!

And the perfume in the air for the rest of Bunco was Yuck! for sure. That big tomcat had crawled into the garage and sprayed all over while we were playing dice. And it was like sitting in a cat box that has not been changed in quite a while. Sort of spoiled the ice cream dessert we shared between Bunco games. Ick.