B-I-N-G-O

Who would have thought that a 32 year old would enjoy bingo so thoroughly? Tonight I sat through 5.5 hours of Catholic church bingo with two of my best friends from high school and I had a fantastic time despite the fact that I only won $3. I was doing really well until asked to pick numbers between 1-75 and I somehow chose an 86. 

Yep, that's me... book smart, yet lacking common frickin' sense. And I'm still laughing at the "Blessed Ball". WTF?