Anyway, I played BUNCO last night and as usual came home with a headache from laughing for almost 3 hours straight. The group of girls that I play with are all wonderful and so funny, and that is why I feel so tired and lazy today.
Thank you to Connie, who is so sweet and amazing to invite us over to her house to laugh and play BUNCO! But I have something quite alarming to tell y'all! Connie is in serious denial! She remains ashamed of who she is and to this very day continues to try and persuade her family and friends into believing that she is a fan of the Dallas
And all over the house you can find stuff like this:
That's not all - the color scheme in her kitchen in undeniably BLACK & GOLD. Who paints their kitchen Gold and uses window treatments of black silk organza with Fleur de Lis embellishments throughout and ISN'T a New Orleans Saints Fan? Even the giant window in her great room is draped with fabric in which there are hundreds, if not thousands of Fleur de Lis designs throughout. As I wandered through her home in awe of her fondness for the New Orleans Saints I couldn't help but count each Fleur de Lis as I passed by it fighting the urge to slip just one or two items in my purse. In plain view and without a lot of digging or looking behind around and under too many things I counted 75 of them.
If you know of a helpline or support group I can get my friend into, I would appreciate any help I can get. This girl can't get the brown paper bag off of her head and is in complete denial that she is a Saints fan through and through. I bet if I cut her open she would bleed black and gold. Her phone was on silent all night but I guarantee she has "when the Saints go Marching in" set as her ring tone on her phone!
I didn't find one Star in her house. Nothing was painted Blue and Silver. There were no boots or straw hats displayed with love. No shadow box filled with memorabilia to recall that long awaited Super Bowl win. No sweat drenched wrist bands or ball gloves. No signed tennis shoes or laminated Stadium tickets.
I did see some dirty old blue and white football that someone had scribbled on. Funny, she had it in a Plexiglas case as if it were worth something. So, there's no way she's a Dallas Cowboy fan. What Cowboy fan has a home that looks as though it threw up Fleur de Lis chotskies all over the place?
I think I need to call Jerry Jones on her!