I've played bunco a couple of times with some ladies here in Hartsville and this month the theme was "White Trash." I didn't have time to plan and assemble an amazing outfit but somehow I still won the prize for best dressed. I guess all it takes is a pregnant belly, a missing tooth, a cigarette tucked up under your hat, no shoes and a bath robe. Who knew I had all the essentials to being white trash ready-to-go?! It makes me stop and think for a minute...
Actually, I guess I didn't have the cigarette ready in hand. I asked my sweet neighbor (a 50+ year old African American woman who talks to me like she's my mother) if I could borrow a cigarette. She grabbed her
coin purse of cigarettes and said, "Sure honey, take as many as you want." And she didn't ask any questions. That was the funniest part of the night for me.
