This has a happy ending, but earlier tonight, I was PISSED. When we were packing up the house, I threw a $25 restaurant gift card and a $50 bill in a box (it had been in one of our cupboards—our mad money). It seemed like a good idea at the time—by the time we got around to needing to open that box, we’d appreciate the restaurant card AND the $50. So, we’ve been here two weeks and…no money, no gift card. Crap. We’d unpacked all the kitchen boxes and it wasn’t there. I couldn’t figure it out—It. Just. Wasn’t. There. The only thing we figured is that we must have somehow thrown it out in the packing material. But I could have SWORN I put the items IN something, like a bowl or basket or whatnot. So we tore through every last box that still had stuff in it—regardless of what the box had listed on it—to no avail!! $^%#@* At least, I reasoned, it wasn’t really OUR money…the gift card was a Christmas present from my boss and the $50 was “found money” (remember, I found a wallet a few months ago with $100 in it). So I was storming around the house, all pissy. I mean, PACKING the stuff SEEMED like a good idea at the time…but how could I be so stupid? Why didn’t I just put the stuff in my wallet like a normal person?
So, the happy ending? There was a Rubbermaid container sitting on the island with some odds and ends in it…along with the gift card and $50 bill.