Oh, Ms. Grace, you’ve done it again. I heard C get up at about 6:30 this morning to take Gracee out. Then I heard him in the living room screaming. Worried about his finger situation, I listened closely. He’s yelling about the dog and twenty dollar bills. That darned dog. There were teensy bits of money all over the living room. A friend of Bryant’s had given him $60 to pay me back for concert tickets I Mastercarded. The dog actually went into my purse and helped herself to the money, a packet of salt (which apparently didn’t appeal to her as it was in tact, but soggy) and an eyeglass cleaning wipe.
I spent a fair amount of time putting together weeny little pieces of twenty dollar bills to see if they might be salvageable. I knew the old story of having to have both sets of serial numbers for replacement from a bank. I consulted with the Bank of Canada site and found out that they will replace "mutilated currency" if they think you have a valid story and if there’s enough of the bills to identify their value. I figured a photo of the culprit would help my case.
In the meantime I showed them to my bank manager and he agreed to try to submit them for me, even though two of them only had partial bits of both serial numbers, as he knows where to find me if they’re returned. What a nice guy to give me the benefit of the doubt and hand me $60.
I wonder what remnants we’ll find in the yard?
I seem to be balancing the stress of life with nice surprises. I received a box from Germany with this beautiful seagrass basket. It’s from a blog contest I won on the Scottish Lamb’s site before she took a break from blogging. Jean put your name in for a chance at the basket if you mailed a hat and bootie set to the Preemie Project.
Life's a Stitch 
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