$15 dues to the dump

The Holi-Fest seemed to be the final push over the edge for those old pair of jeans I wore. They gave up the ghost and ripped all along the butt. They made me proud though and lasted me a long time. In addition to that the weekend before I had pulled out $20 from my bank account, $5 of which I used for Laundry that Saturday and the rest for careful spending. I brought it to the fest with me and put it in my pocket just in case we decided to stay there to eat dinner, etc. I inteded to spend no money on the chalk, assured that I would get covered regardles (which I did). However, I did not spend any of the $15 and it remained safe in the back pocket of my jeans. Until, I got home and threw my jeans in my trash can, which Tara emptied in the dump Sunday night. So here I was sitting innocently in my Genealogy class when I wanted to write Syd's phone # on the 5 dollar bill. I could not find my money in my wallet, I was getting frustrated, trying to imagine what I'd done with it..suddenly realizing, I got a quick flashback to that $15 life cycle...it was now in the libsquare dumpster.....so Syd and I raced home after class, she put her foot up on the side of the dumpster ready to dive in, until, to my dismay, I look over the side realize that there was nothing but a cardboard box at the bottom of the dumpster...of course this week the trashman would come on Monday. Does he EVER come on Mondays? Well, I hope that a homeless person is able to find it and wear the jeans and spend the $15 on a movie ticket or something.

xoxo