Another song beats its way through my head. And this is a very old one, from my childhood (oh where oh where has my little dog gone, oh where oh where can he be.....ENOUGH!).
Where was I going with this?
My weekdays start off with a routine. Usually there is a struggle to open my eyes, followed by stumbling to the loo, scrambling for a housecoat, fiddling for the laptop lid and turning it on to really get the day going, sauntering downstairs for juice and tea, and of course creatively feeding the kitties (who have usually led me down the stairs with their own typical run ahead of mommy routine).
One of us (not the kitties) gets the newspapers (plural because we get a local paper and the big city paper). But the highlight has the be the enclosure found in the local paper.....BINGO! That's right. BINGO! I'm a closet bingo geek. Not the kind that can be found in the local bingo hall on a Friday night. No no! Just the kind of geek that likes to hunt through the paper for the daily bingo letters.
A little background.
The local newspaper runs bingo every so often. They enclose a bingo card with six games on it, and for a week, they publish bingo numbers. You can actually win money, but that's not why I play. It's really just because of the bingo.
Today was supposed to be the start of a new bingo game. I opened the paper and found the new numbers, but could not locate the new game card. Panic! How can I play with no card? What am I going to do? Stop the presses! Earth shattering, I know. I kept flipping through the paper, but could not find it.
Then, I gave it one more good shake, and out it fell. Yay! Bingo still rules!
As they say sometimes....small things amuse small minds....go figure!