Yesterday, as I was riding my bike uphill, a little piece of paper blew across the street.
The paper seemed familiar, so I stopped to see what it was.
It was a five dollar bill! Mine, all mine!
I spent it on Chinese take-out just a little bit ago.
I do wonder who lost it. I hope it wasn't a little kid who wanted to come spend it all at my lovely little swimming pool snack bar. In order to keep myself from feeling guilty about it, I'm thinking that it came from someone who could afford to lose it. Or a mean person. :P
Anything good and unexpected happen to you lately?