Finding money squirreled away in my purse makes me giggle. Not gonna lie.
I don't squirrel it away on purpose, it's usually just change that gets thrown into my purse after a transaction and I'm too lazy to put it in my wallet.
I found FIVE DOLLARS today!
Yeah, that's like a large percentage of my grocery money for two weeks.
And even better, I was sitting out front of the gas station, getting ready to run in for a gallon of milk.
(I'm fighting the urge to toss my cookies right now and I made the conscious decision to buy 'gas station milk' as opposed to 'grocery store milk'. Yes, I'm spending more but I HAD FIVE GOD DAMN DOLLARS! It was burning a hole in my pocket man! And IF, mind you, IF I found myself tossing my cookies in public, I certainly didn't want to do it in a place that I frequented.)
So amidst the nausea and the cold sweats and the body shakes that come with the pain that I'm having in my guts, I started to giggle out loud.
And then I started to get out of the car.
And then I started firing off one of my favorite movie quotes...or a version thereof...
"I'm gonna get me a FIVE DOLLAH MILKSHAKE!"
And then I looked at the truck that was parked RIGHT next to my car. With the window down. And the NRA sticker. And possibly a white sheet crumpled up in the bed.
The dude looked alarmed. As if I were CRAZY or something.
The dude did not abide. (ooops. That's another movie.)
I flashed him my most brilliant smile and said in my best' crazy cat woman from the hood' voice: "Don't worry brothah! I ain't crazy!"
Dear God in heaven, I have an appointment at the Community Health Center tomorrow for my guts. I think I just might be insane by then.