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Occasionally, a few of us old "biddies" meet for bingo. They have computers but you can also play papers. Recently, a lady across the isle from me had this neat, pink dabber. Of course, I thought of pink Saturday. Asked where she got it, and was a place I never go. When bingo was over, she gave me the dapper as she was leaving. It is the little things sometimes that means the most.
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6 comments:
I love bingo, though I don't play often. I am going to start playing tv bingo again this winter, provided I am not at work on Monday nights.
I used to love going to Bingo. I miss it and hope to get back to playing again. You have a wonderful evening. Hugs, Edna B.
That is so sweet! What a lovely story!!!
Dabbing is half the fun.
If I were to go, I suppose I would use the computer. It'll be a good number of decades.
Dearest LV.,
As long as one can enjoy the little things of life, that means we're happy!
Never have found the time for any Bingo games and probably never will.
Sending you hugs from a wet Georgia with thunder...
Mariette
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