First National Bank of Lola

I was jolted awake at 3:30 this morning to the sound of Lola throwing up. This isn't entirely common, but common enough that I knew exactly what was happening. By the time I reached her, she had regurgitated an entire $1 bill, completely intact.

What the hell?

Where did she get a dollar from? How did she manage to ingest then purge it with no damage to either herself or the currency?

And most importantly, has she got any more money tucked away? Momma needs a new pair of shoes!

Bless her fuzzy little heart.

Suffice it to say, if I owe you a dollar, you may want to wait a bit before you collect.


Unknown said…
I've been thinking about you and how your thanksgiving feast went! Also remind me to ask you about the previous post. See you Monday!