SAVE THAT SEAT!!!

And BAM!!!  Just like that the weather Gods turned up the heat!  It's a hot 75 degrees this morning as I sip my coffee.  I'm thinking I just might switch to morning Pepsi!!  No, there won't be any iced coffee for me.  My Mom used to drink that because they were too poor to pour out the morning leftovers full of coffee grounds.  

One day when I was probably four years old, I climbed up on her lap and asked for a drink, thinking it was soda.  Instead of warning me, she just let me take a big swig.  Yup ... dark black coffee, which is probably why I hated that taste the rest of my life!!  That's why I drink sugary sweet phony coffee.

I took your advice to heart and turned on the AC early today to cool the house down.  The meter is spinning like a dog chasing his tail.  It makes me cringe, I suppose because we WERE poor when I was a kid, even though we lived on the ranch.  How poor?  My Mom saved every piece of aluminum foil, washed it and used it again and again until it fell apart.  That's probably where all my cheapness came from!!

Anyway .... it's BINGO TIME!!!  SAVE THAT SEAT!!!

The peasants will do anything to save their seats, including waving those pitchforks high in the air.  They have no qualms about breaking the rules and will deny it no matter what.  When I arrived at 3:00, half the tables had paper bags and dobbers covering every seat.  IT'S NOT ALLOWED!!

Members are allowed to enter the building any time they want, so they are the culprits.  Not that they have friends that will sit there ... they just don't want anyone sitting AROUND them!!  That's right ... stake your claim and protect your property!!!  

To make it even worse, members have been sneaking NON-members into the building, signing them in as guests and having THEM save seats too!!  It's rampant ... this rule breaking!!!  Of course it would help if the King stopped the practice, but he's a nice guy and doesn't want to offend anyone.   The problem arises when we have so many people show up, there is no place to sit.

Such was the case last night.  That brings out the dragons breathing fire as peasants late to the festivities fight for a chair.  At last one of the Round Table Knights announced that that practice had to stop.  NO SAVING SEATS!!!  There was a loud round of applause quickly followed by moans and groans!!

THAT brought about round after round of complaints.  "She isn't a member"!!  "SHE brought in two friends that aren't members"!!!  YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME MY RED TICKET!!!!!  Yes I did, you dropped it and this nice lady turned it in.  I love the look on their faces when that happens!!

Surprisingly, the night went by rather quickly.  There was only one other fight over food ... you stole my hotdog with the ever popular macaroni salad.  They were OUT of salad by then, and so the temper tantrum continued with loud shouts and bad words being bandied about!  These times do try us!!

The infernal machine gave me some trouble, probably didn't get his macaroni salad either, as I counted up fifteen dollars of nickels and dimes from broken piggy banks.  They have baggies full of sticky dirty change.  I refuse to take pennies.  

Add to that the heat which definitely comes into play.  This year I have warned those women who insist on keeping their money in their bra.  NO BOOB MONEY WHEN IT'S HOT!!!  CARRY A PURSE!!!  I'm making up a sign for next week since it's going to be 104 every day for the next seven days!!!

And that brings me to this nice piece of fabric.  Quilters are a different breed, probably akin to bingo players.  They will kill for fabric on sale.  

That's what this was ... a DEAL that I had to have.  I'll tell the rest of the story tomorrow.  I'm yawning in my coffee from the late Bingo night.  It's nap time .........