Or, just tell you that it's a dice-throwing "parlour game," apparently. I had no idea how charming and quaint we were being! Its more common spelling is bunco, but I was introduced to it with a "k" so I'm sticking with it. The only thing you need to know about me and bunko is that I have played almost every month for the past two years and until very recently was on a losing streak so improbable it should be studied. By science.
I know your first thought is probably "Maybe you are just very bad at playing Bunko and therefore constant losing is in fact the probable outcome" but this is a pure-luck, zero-skill dice game where there are prizes for both most wins and most losses. So by "losing" I mean I so consistently win and lose the same number of games that prizes are forever beyond my grasp.
But oh oh ooooh the $36 wad of small bills spilling out of my purse indicates that the tide has turned! After only two years and $200 invested, it's all coming home to Mama now! According to B.F. Skinner's principles of operant conditioning, this type of partial reinforcement means that I am now permanently addicted to low-stakes parlour games. Before last night I probably could have walked away from this particular seedy underworld, but now: monkey, meet back.
For dinner I had wonderfully salty, smushy, crunchy, brown-and-orange party food. It is for absolutely no reason that I now mention that this is National Farmer's Market Week.
I also had some wine, which is made from grapes. Grapes that grow on plants. Farmers = celebrated.
Anna's new trick this week is making that "wuh wuh wuh wuh wuh" noise with her hand (well, wrist) and mouth like she's playing Cowboys and Indians.