You got the money, honey…

Fifty $50 Dollar Bill 7337×3107 (Photo credit: thefixer)

You might want to rub my husband for luck.

Just a few weeks after he stupified me with an unexplained white envelope containing $50 (read about it here), he has won a second football pool. Apparently, the beer drinking has unexpected rewards.

You’ll recall that he was so excited over his inaugural win that we had to play guessing games. I hate these and frankly am not good at them.

This time he tried to be clever and handed me the cash mixed in with a wad of coupons from his trip to CVS. Beneath the ExtraBucks ($16.50! YES!) was the money.

Again, I was a little slow.

Me: “Where did the money come from? Why is this here?”

Basil: “Where did it come from the last time I handed you $50?”

Me: Blank stare.

Catherine groaned from the back seat of the car.

It took a second exchange before the light bulb went on over my head.

But to prove I can connect the dots when it counts, I tucked the bills in my wallet.

For safe keeping, of course.