Cruelty to Fellow Blogger

You know how sometimes you can be cruel to someone without meaning to. I found myself in that same position yesterday. It seems I have a collection of iron banks on a book shelf in my guest room. I knew I had the banks, for goodness sake, I put them there. Unintentionally (or maybe even intentionally long ago and I forgot about it) one of the banks was loaded.

Some of you may know that a couple of our blog friends pick up all the coins they find on the streets, at stores, or even beneath a fast food drive in window, then post the totals weekly, monthly and/or yearly. Try to imagine how painful it was for one of those bloggers to see this and have to resist the urge to claim it as found money.

To be perfectly honest I had no idea it was even there and would never have noticed it was gone, but evidently her husband, who is not infected with the coin finding obsession, issued an edict declaring said quarter safe from all hunting.

Just hearing them talk about it made me laugh, but I would have laughed even harder if they had told me about her resisting the urge to "find" it, then I had gone into the guest room and found it had disappeared. The little things in life give me the most pleasure and I can be so easily amused.

Next time they come through town I will seed the driveway with pennies and an occasional silver colored coin!