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.