BINGO!! I SAID BINGO!!!

 Good Morning!!  Sunny California has disappeared into the cold skies of fog.  It's actually worse than it looks, since my phone took out some of the haze.  With my little eye, I couldn't see that house at all.  It stayed that way most of the morning.  No worries though, rain is expected for the next five days.  Winter has arrived!

I tried to nap away the tiredness, but alas, it was not to be.  I began looking through those boxes of fabric, but didn't get far before I was overwhelmed.  The biggest problem is I have NO space ANYWHERE to store this stuff!!  That means rearranging my tiny sewing room ... a daunting task for another day.

I was bolstered by lunch, a quick meeting of the Bingo minds at our usual Mexican restaurant, followed by a mad dash back home to set up Mr. Cooper for the evening.  I admit, the dash BACK to Bingo was much slower.

Here we are, our typical player, but without the cigarettes.  If they could, they would.  One of our pet peeves is the smells that come with Bingo.  I haven't mentioned this before, but it's problematic.  Let's face it, some don't take showers every day, or every week, or maybe even once a month.  I hit the keys on the infernal machine as fast as lightning to decrease the face time.  

MaryJane is the worst.  Some of these folks wreak of it ... and I'm allergic.  The sneezing begins almost immediately.  Follow that up with the next customer wearing a quart of Eau de Rose Petals, which many times I'm ALSO allergic to ..... and you get the picture.  I'm a sneezing machine.

The crowds have been epic, which is both good and bad.  Good for us because we make more money for Charity ... and bad because there are more fights over seating.  Here's why.  See this nice lady sitting in the bottom right corner?  Notice no one is sitting across from her?  Or beside her?  There should be four people sitting in the space she holds court over.

Oh yes, there were again fights over the chairs.  One guy became a member just so he could sit in a particular game winning chair.  The gal who usually sits there was in an uproar.  IT'S NOT FAIR.  The alternative is to become a member, whereupon you can enter the building at 9:00 in the morning if you wish, just to save your lucky Bingo seat.  

I suppose with 137 peasants, you can't expect them all to get along.  The King was called and all was well once again when he handed her an application.    At least it was good until the mini infernal machine decided to die a horrible death.  It could not find the phone line, even though it was plugged in on both ends.  No matter what I did, it would not spit out a batch closing total.  It's always something, right?

I called one of the Knights ... the one who can fix anything ... and he proceeded to take it completely apart.  Yikes!!!  Once back together, it still procrastinated and would not give me a total of the debit card sales.  Oh that's not good ... I have no way of knowing what the total should be!!

Too bad, so sad!!  There was no coercing it into working.  Hopefully our bookkeeper can check with the bank and come up with a total of some sort.   I'm not going to worry about it ..... I'm not going to worry about it.  Yeah, that went through my head all the way home!!

The absolute best part of bingo is this!!  Being met by this happy-to-see-me face when I get home, makes it all worth it!!

And so ended another magical night at Bingo, where folks spend all their money, broken piggy banks included, so kids in our community can benefit from everything we do.  And you know what?  Even though they lose that money, they are happy to know it's going for a good cause.  It's a win-win!!

I fully expect to spend the day on the couch snuggling with my kid.  We shall see if my expectations come true.