Through The Mud Clearly

Lately I have been playing Bingo on the computer. I enjoy playing computer games. It is my way of relaxing, unwinding and De-stressing from the day or from taking my Spanish final (which I am sure I bombed). That may be a subject for another post. Anyway, when playing bingo, every time the caller says B1; I think of when I used to work in the craft warehouse. Why? you ask. Because B1 was the part number for photo boxes and somehow that is stuck in my head three years later. Well...that got me to thinking about how we speak bingo numbers in our everyday lives. B4 you think i have finally gone off the deep end; don't worry i haven't. Just think about it. Have you ever told someone to go west on I17? No wait...I'm not sure. but I don't think you can go west on I17. See earlier post entitled "Got Directions". Or, has someone asked your age and you responded with I18 or possibly O73? How about believing medical tests will be B9? Have you taken your vitamin B12 today? OK, I can't think of any others at this moment. B14...you sunk my battleship...oops wrong game!