Saturday, March 31, 2012
I'm celebrating Jenny's 100th Saturday Centus from the shores of Maui today, but I'll be winging my way home in a couple of hours. Better get a move on, eh? The prompt (which happens to be an incredibly long one) is in red. Thanks for all the good times, Jenny!
My untied shoelace changed my life. As I leaned down to re-tie it, I kicked away a few leaves. When I turned my head slightly to look where the leaves had been, I was astonished to see a rubber-banded wad of hundred dollar bills nestled in a little indention in the muddy ground. As always, I wrote a little poem to mark the occasion:
Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers
©201$ by Lucky Lucy
Lookie-look what I have found.
A roll of C-notes on the ground.
You know I’ll throw some dough around.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
Wad ‘em up and watch ‘em wrinkle.
Squeeze ‘em tight and hear ‘em crinkle.
Benjamins make my eyes twinkle.
(I’m so happy I could tinkle!)
of pbj sandwiches and top ramen, that is