Find $100 in change

A nickle outside the Thai restaurant. Karmic payback for making the 16-mile round-trip into town to pick up the Tom Yum hot and sour soup we always get when one of us has a cold.

Penny found on the ledge of the gas pump where I filled up tonight.

I found a quarter and a penny! I actually heard the penny. The DH stepped on it outside Target and it stuck to his foot for a second, then spun.

Gotcha!

Found another penny, outside the restaurant.

Okay, so last night I dreamed that I found thirty-six cents. How sad is that?

I found a penny! I found a penny!

On the sidewalk on the way to pick up lunch at El Torito.

Whoo, are you shaking in your boots? Do you feel my hot breath on your necks as I speed up behind you.

I’m not proud. I found $.10 outside the office door. It could be the dime of someone I know. But the competition is all!

Cause pajodama said it was okay!

I’m so on a roll now!

I’m sure this will make all the difference.

I still haven’t found any money. I am clearly hanging around in the wrong neighborhoods, where people actually need their change.

I found $.05, but it was on the floor of my own car, so I am not going to count it. Sigh.

Does it count if you knock someone’s change out of their hand in line at Starbucks, and they are too scared of you to pick it up?

Just asking.