



Liz brings these fruit creations.

The snorers sleep in the smallest lower cabin.
We have a song playlist.
This year I brought a small karaoke machine.

And we gave her a private joke- signed cookbook.

and we swim to a nearby island. (
It's more of a dog paddle/float with life preservers under our butts and plastic cups of wine in our teeth...and yet...)

This year, we stole the Vegas saying- WHAT HAPPENS AT BUNKO STAYS AT BUNKO, but really, what kind of trouble can 9 women possibly get into on a houseboat beached on a deserted island of deer?
2 comments:
From the sounds of it? Quite a bit. What an awesome adventure.
Oh dear God...
Yes - that would be ME with the lovely lips...
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