If I had a dollar

If I had a dollar for every time I've left coins, or bills, or tissues in my pants pockets and washed my pants, well, I'd have the money I've since found in the dryer after drying it, too. Along with all the annoying tissues that have disentigrated in the dryer.

Of course, my pants aren't the only place I manage to leave cash. I keep finding little stashes of money in coat pockets. And in my backpack. That was great finding $200 in a small pocket in my backpack: meant I didn't have to go to the bank for an two extra weeks. Fun!

However, there are times when I really have to wonder about this trend of mine. Like today when Kristi was cleaning out a box of receipts for me. She was scanning them so that I can shred them and pitch them. This particular box was full of receipts; enough that she had to spend a good half hour sorting them.

About twenty minutes into her sorting, she turned to me, and commented, "Hey, I found a twenty wrapped in a receipt."

"Oh?"

"The receipt is from... hold on... 2003."

*blink*

*blink* *blink*

"Uh... Yeah, I can spend that money now."

"Thought so."