Saturday the 15th was the day for our annual company picnic “Zebrapalooza” (don’t ask.) I put my name in, but because of Liam’s new feeding schedule I wasn’t able to go. Turns out my name was drawn for the lottery and I would have won $300 if I had been there.
:: sigh ::
$300 well spent.
I feel for ya Euty…but you can’t lose something you never had.
I just hope you don’t hold it agains me!
No sweat, Euty…I was there, and I said I was you, and they gave handed it over to me. “He’s so much better looking than we remembered,” they said.
Anyway, I spent it on an overhaul for my tenor saxophone. Just so ya know.
I’m sure Liam thanks you, and wouldn’t care about the $300. 
Shucks, didn’t they at least take a picture of the $300.[sup]00[/sup] and send it to you?
Gotcha beat, bossman. About two months ago I physically lost about $400, along with all the credit cards and everything that surrounded them in their happy little leather home. In a bar. In Canada. Where there were Live Nude Girls™.
One of the Live Clothed Girls® (AKA ‘waitstaff’) informed me that if they’d found it, it would be turned in to the bar intact. But if the LNG™ found it, I could kiss it goodbye.
Guess which one happened.
On the plus side, I had all the contact info and card numbers I needed in my PDA. And I now have a wallet designed for the FRONT pocket. Much more saferly. Win some, lose some.
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Make sure you rub Liam’s nose in this when he’s old enough to understand! 
I just want to know where she hid the wallet after she picked it up.