Monday, January 2, 2017

Nothing Better Than Ground Money

New year, same old routine.

I was headed for Walmart this morning, but first had to clean out T-Hoe's rear so there would be room for the groceries. I left the quart of oil (just in case...As Hick is my witness, I shall never be oil-less again!), and my coat I used to wear for parking lot duty that feels like Berber carpet, but is toasty warm (and hangs on me now like the curtains Carol Burnett as Scarlett O'Hara made into a dress). But I took the box of Christmas gifts inside. They were left from Christmas Eve, when we had our annual supper at my sister the ex-mayor's wife's house.

Don't go thinking we are ungrateful. But who carries a box of already-opened gifts inside on Christmas Eve at 11:00 p.m.? Not Thevictorians, that's for sure. The next morning we were busy with our own Christmas gift unwrapping, and I had to finish preparing our own dinner, and of course the menfolk were playing with their new gew-gaws and didn't even think about unloading the car. The car which was actually A-Cad. Which we took to the casino the next day, so I had Genius move that box of gifts over to T-Hoe on our way out of the garage to gamble. No sense wasting time for him to carry them into the house.

On Tuesday, Genius was going back to his college house, so I had to dish up some tasty leftovers for him to take. Wednesday and Thursday I was busy sleeping late and spending time with The Pony. Friday we had to pack and gather The Pony's stuff and load A-Cad in preparation for our early-morning exit Saturday to take him back to Oklahoma. We only got back last night at 5:00...so this morning I had to move that box out of T-Hoe to make room for the weekly shopping trip. You don't think Hick was going to do it for me, do you?

Anyhoo...now we're to the point where I can share what I saw as I rounded T-Hoe's passenger side tail light to open the hatch.


Yep. That's a DOLLAR! Here's a closeup.


I have no idea how it got there. I doubt it fell out of Genius's pocket. He has a gift wallet made of Bison leather, monogrammed, with RFID blocker, from Sharper Image, you know. He's not one to carry loose singles. It's not like he roams the land making it rain at strip clubs. That I know of.

The Pony went out there on Wednesday, when my sister the ex-mayor's wife called to chastise me for leaving my GIFT CALENDAR at her house. I told her The Pony had been in charge of hauling out my haul, because I could barely creak my sore knees up her stairs since she had switched the festivities to her basement game room. When that chastisement rolled downhill to his ears, he swore that he had put it in the box with everything else. He even rushed out to the car in his jammies to prove it. Then returned with astonishment that THE WHOLE BOX WAS MISSING! Until I tipped him off to the T-Hoe relocation. So he went back out to look, came in to apologize that he had been mistaken, BUT LEFT THE BOX OUT THERE!

Anyhoo...I don't think The Pony was carrying one-dollar bills in his jammies. So I can only conclude that like pennies from heaven, somebody departed is thinking of me, and they must think I'm worth 100 times what the average person is worth. Surely it's not my mom, or it would have been FIVE DOLLARS. (I couldn't find my original Five-Dollar Daughter post, but I was feeling nostalgic for a Mom-ism, so I'm linking another.)

Still a mystery. It looks like it was in a puddle from the muddy mess that flings up on T-Hoe's rear window and then drips off in the garage. That dollar bill was dried stiff as a paper sack. Remember those?

I'm declaring finders keepers. It's jammed in the console of T-Hoe to save for a rainy day. It will buy me a 44 oz Diet Coke at Orb K, you know.

14 comments:

  1. Lady bugs changing to dollar bills...keep your eyes open.

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    1. AND I saw a bunch of 11:11s on the clocks over the days leading up to, and during, the OK trip.

      Plus that ladybug billboard that I can't pinpoint the location for. All I know for sure is that it's within 2 hours of The Pony's college. Yet I always happen to look out and see it on the way.

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  2. I love a bit of ground money (unless it's MY money and someone else finds it).

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    1. You're out of luck if you dropped it in my garage! It's mine now.

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  3. Money found in the washer, money found on the floor of the house, money found in the garage--it all belongs to the mother of the family. She puts up with enough cr@&, so she deserves any perks that come her way.

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    1. I found a flash drive in the washer, but I didn't keep it. The Pony says it's as hardy as a cockroach, and no damage would come to it.

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  4. I recognize that dollar bill as one I recently lost. Please mail it to me right away.

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    1. It's in the mail. I am not responsible for the reprehensible service of the dead mouse smelling post office, however...

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  5. The year is starting of right. First win.

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  6. I think Hick left it there for you. You know. Santa Hick.

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    1. Hick still has his white scraggly Santa beard, but I don't think I'm on his GOOD list!

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  7. You know they say that whatever you do on New year's day is what you will be doing all year, so here's to finding money all year!

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