I was on the phone with my Mom on Tuesday night. I was fretting about a couple of things and I needed to talk to her.

One of the things caught me completely off guard. I was cleaning out the pockets of some coats I had brought in to the house from my car because I am going to be putting a shovel in my trunk because of all the snow (and the prediction we are getting a big one ...another big one) and I don't want to be caught digging out of rut with a window brush. Anyways, I brought these coats in because I didn't want them to get damaged with a wet shovel and snow and gunk.

I was hanging them up and one fell on the floor and out of one of the pockets a plastic baggie with cash fell out. I am not talking two bucks (although there was a two dollar bill in there), no I am talking dough. I don't know why my Grandma D didn't spend it (the coats were hers). I don't have a clue why she would wrap the money up in a plastic bag, with a paperclip around it and a rubber band wrapped at the top as only she would do. It was so sad to me. I sat in the closet and wept because seriously... she should have spent the money. So. I called my Mom because I didn't know what to do, should I keep the money, should I give it to her, should I give it to Grandpa... and I was so sad. She said to keep it. I think I am going to hold onto it for a week or so and decide where to take it. I was sad and I knew she would understand why I was sad and not excited about finding the money.

Then she asked me why I was cleaning, so I had to fess up. I couldn't find my Exlim. No sign of my digital camera. Mom joked I could use the money I just found to get a camera with a nice strap. I explained that I looked everywhere. Opened drawers, looked in purses, pulled out the crap that I have stashed underneath the bed.... on the side of my computer where the docking station is, in my pantry. I mean I cleaned and cleaned straight for like 5 hours trying to find this camera. So Mom says... this is what you have to do, put a drinking glass bottom side up by your front door and you will find what you are looking for. I shrug thinking, ok whatever wives tale teller, it can't hurt and why not. I say goodnight after explaining I haven't watched that night's episode of Boston Legal (she loves it) yet because I have been cleaning and figure, I am just going to go to bed and not freak.

So I sit down at the computer, figure, I am going to check on my email one more time (I am an addict) I look down and on the side of my printer, there is my camera. Inches from the docking station. Where I had looked, while on the phone with my Mom, before when I had arranged my cds in an effort to see if it was there... seriously. That glass trick totally did it. I would still be looking I think. Two minutes, if that. Amazing.

So pardon the coffee on the carpet (I am a spaz in the morning trying to get out the door) and look in wonderment at the freakiest thing to happen to me in years.