Happy St. Patrick's Day

May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.

I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  I want this car.  How much is it?  WHAT!?  I still want this car.  I still want this car.  I still want this car.  I still want this car.  I'm going to buy a lottery ticket.  I want this car!!!
LOL.  I slap myself.  I wake up.

Damn it.
I washed Goodnight Gorilla.

Who the hell knows how it got in there....  perhaps it was in there with the sheets?  Oh, it's a mess.  Little bits of book everywhere....  sigh....  rewash.

Having boys, I have washed all manner of oddities.  Even though I try really hard to check all the wadded up clothes and pockets and hidey-hole places that boy things end up, that hasn't prevented me from finding things:    
    - legos - lots and lots of legos
    - police badges (both real and toy)
    - money - coins, bills, and pressed pennies
    - toothpicks, teething rings, and sippy cups
    - action figures, little people figures, and hot wheels
    - rocks, leaves, sticks, and twigs
    - crayons
    - bullets (.45, .308, 9mm and Nerf)
   
I keep most of my findings in a plastic container on top of the washer.  I figure if someone is missing something, they can find it there...  Although, if I had a wash wish, finding more money isn't such a bad thing...  I keep those findings in MY pocket.  Call it a service fee.