I started crying and shaking. Everything was going through my mind — the good devil/bad devil thing. What to do? I have a grandbaby due any time, my fourth. I thought, ‘What would I want her to think of me?’ That made up my mind right there. I got on my radio and called my boss. ‘Hey, I found a bag of money.’

Well, it's been quite a dry spell as far as found money goes in these parts. Granted, I haven't been going out as much since every day lately has been 100+. But I thought I'd find some money. Today I broke the streak!

I went to volunteer and on the way in, in the usual spot where I've found quite a few stray pennies, I found a penny. I looked around but didn't see any more so went on in.

I went to the Desert Botanical Gardens this morning with some cute kiddos. I made some high-tech binoculars for them so they wouldn't miss a thing. In this case, high-tech = toilet paper roll, felt and ribbon. Hey, they liked them.

On the way home I stopped at the post office. And I found this dime! It was just lying on the floor, which begs the question: Are other people oblivious (yes, much of the time) or