July 22nd, 2010 
Melia Yes, yes, I am going to BINGO with my grandmother tonight. For some strange reason, she thinks I like going, but what I used to like was going and eating fries in the smoky rooms full of women and men with their daubers (yes, I know the term) or if they were really old school, their BINGO chips and magnetic wands. It was all about the fries. I really hope they have some tonight.
Help. Me.
On the other hand, my children have now begun to make me (and Grandma… and Freedom) crazy, and BINGO seems like a reasonable amount of time to use to regroup. Freedom won’t be joining us, sadly, and by the time we get back, its entirely possible that he will have all of the children duct taped to each other in the bathtub.
Its time to leave Arkansas.
Its time to leave Arkansas.
Its time to leave Arkansas.
We’re discussing politics. This isn’t going to end well.
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Oh, man. I love Bingo. When I become an old lady and I move in with you, you’re going to have to take me to Bingo on a regular basis–so I suggest you get used to it now.
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Ha! Bingo, duct tape, missing children, old people, and smokey rooms. It’s the beginning of a great mystery novel. Seriously use the characters and setting to pretend you’re winning at Bingo (what’s the prize?) and that you use this money to create the life you’ve always wanted. Isn’t that what writing is all about? Altered realities? Don’t you dare bring me back with talk of politics and leaving Arkansas.
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