The Lost Check

It has been very rainy these days. I loved it when last Saturday it was raining hard ... mainly because I got to stay in bed that day for once!! But then ol' Martin had to holler up the stairs at the top of his lungs. He proceeded to read in a very loud voice to Sharon & me an article from Dr. Harkleroad's newsletter about how "if you want to be tired on Monday, all you have to do is sleep late on Saturday and Sunday..." The article was definitely against sleeping late. We ignored him that time but then a few minutes later, he hollers up the stairs that he's "lost his check" and will give us $5 if we come down and find it.

I'd had it by that time... I flew down the stairs and went pounding in to his bedroom where he had retreated to by that time. He heard me coming so he grinned and slammed the door in my face and locked it. Grr! So I went back to bed... he eventually persuaded us to get up, and then we helped him look for his silly check. It turns out that Herman had come by to pay him a portion of what he owed him, and 5 minutes later, Martin had already lost it. We searched and searched and pounded his brain, but no results. Finally.. I heard him say, "Well, here it is!" Guess where? Yep... IN the trash!! Wadded up nicely and neatly. He had been eating a candy bar and then threw the wrapper into the trash can, wadding the check up with it. Doi! Sharon insists it was probably the first time he's ever thrown his own wrapper away, but anyway, considering that the check was for $1000, that would've been the most expensive candy bar in history, eh? Brothers!! sheesh!