I had a 20 dollar bill in my wallet and then I didn't. I started thinking that I imagined having it. A money mirage, if you will. Nathan found it under Timmer's bed. I lost my debit card last Friday. I couldn't find it all weekend and figured that I misplaced it, identity theft, someone is having a blast being me, call the bank. Tims handed me my card yesterday. He wants money, honey.
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Gotta nip that bad habit early. Or make him work it off. He's three, he should know better. (just kidding)
"It sprouted legs! I waved it away and it just kept coming back!"
^.^
(Vannah, is that a song reference?)
At least all the $ wasn't sucked out of the account from somewhere like Malaysia. You know where this dude lives. (And I have full faith you and Pat know just what to do about it.)
I guess the good thing is that he doesn't know what to do with it. He asks to go to the pawn shop and you are in trouble.
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