I had my monthly Bunco game last night. Although supposedly a dice game, what Bunco really represents is a thinly veiled excuse for a bunch of women to escape from the old homestead and drink beer (and in last night’s case, margaritas and Mojitos).  Our group consists mostly of moms which basically means our games rate higher on the obnoxious and beer drinking scales by a factor of ten. 

So after unwinding and enjoying girl talk for a few hours, I stumble into my house at about 11:15 p.m, ready to crash into my bed.  Only to discover this:

Hello there, big pile of trash on my floor.  Here’s a closer view:

Either a cyclone hit my house while I was nonchalantly slinging dice at Bunco or my hubby and son decided to play a few rounds of recycling man and failed to tidy up.

Talk about a buzz kill.