I debated all day Tuesday about whether not to go to bunco that night. I love going. I always have a good time and it's just so nice to be with friends. I still didn't feel very well. I was just weak from being sick, plus I had started having muscle spasms more frequently. Really bad muscle spasms. Another reason why I really didn't need to go to Connie's. I ended up going to bunco though, and I am so glad I did. It was so good for me.
Well, mostly good.
Good until ...
My friend, Renee's cat showed up at her back door with a snake in her mouth. A snake that was still alive!! Her sister noticed her cat pouncing back and forth on something and it turned out to be a "gift" she had brought them. AND she brought it to the door I have to go in and out of because there are no stairs.
I discovered I am not the only one in our group who is terrified of snakes. When her husband picked it up to move it back to the woods ... I hope it's where he took it anyway ... a few of us squealed loudly.
I am grateful I always have fun at bunco. I am grateful I am not alone in my fear of snakes. But on that night I was most grateful I made it to Sara's car without stepping on a snake!!
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