The Dog Ate It (Again)

I had this envelope with $500 cash lying on the counter -- a deposit I needed to make for the oldies. I got busy. Then, I noticed that the puppy was nowhere to be found.

Have you ever tried to pick up teensy pieces of currency? Have you ever jammed your hand down the dog's throat because you need that serial number? If not, you live a much more stable life than mine.

I spent the afternoon taping money back to its (somewhat) original form. It's kind of like a new version of a jigsaw puzzle. I called the bank. My banker laughed and said, "Bring it in."