The Group Formerly Known as Bunco

I have remarked to my husband and others of late that our next move (from our current location) is going to be the hardest one yet.  It's not just that temperate California weather or the small town "Mayberry-esque" quality of my town.  It's the relationships we've made.  Not just me, but my children.  We're not scheduled to leave for at least another 2 years, but I know what's coming.  I can read the signs.  I know it's going to be very tough.  Especially for me.

Every month a group of my friends get together presumably to play "Bunco," or we used to presume Bunco, but not so much anymore.  This year our Ladies' Nite has evolved into "Hostess Choice" meaning whomever is hosting, chooses the theme for the evening.  Last night our gracious hostesses served a delicious lasagna dinner followed by board games.  Free-flowing stories, laughter and wine (much wine).

I love those Ladies' Nites.  More importantly, I love those ladies.  Yup, this next move is gonna be a doozie.