So today I'm in a pickle.
Today I have in my possession some mailbox money. You know, the kind of money that shows up in your mailbox unannounced, unattended, unexpected. We love that kind of money.
Usually we only get the kind of money we've been waiting... and waiting... and waiting some more for. Or the kind of money that makes me feel like a toddler in a tea shop: "remember, looking and not touching."
The regular expected money's a little less green somehow. Maybe that's the reason behind the new purple bills. I'm not sure; the Feds don't keep me in the loop. Sheesh.
The mailbox money is not a lot of money. It would, for instance, almost buy me a shmancy new camera, or almost take our family on a three-day weekend to the beach. It would almost do a lot of things, but it's not close to, say, a mortgage payment. That's good, because I wouldn't want to be tempted to do something boring with it.
And the other thing. The mailbox money has my name and my name only on it. This is not exactly fair of me to point out. Almost all the money has only the EGE's name on it, but he's still a good share bear.
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