Well, maybe it was just a tiny karmic realignment — for me, at least, because for someone else it was damnable bad luck — but while walking Diego this afternoon, I spied a piece of paper in the grass. I’ve been taking it upon myself to pick up litter here and there while walking the dog, all the trash that’s been accumulating in this neighborhood of $700,000+ homes is disgraceful, but money doesn’t buy class.
Anyway. Guess what that slip of paper was?
A nice, crisp $20 bill.
Woo hoo!
