Raking it in

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Today I cleaned the laundry room.

I made $1.04.

Maybe tomorrow I will clean the couch.

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the girl in the red hat said…
I like to do the laundry too. $10 and $20 dollar bills fall out of my children's jeans and they don't like to admit that they don't know where their money is so I just keep it.

It's a win win situation (for me, not for them).

And hey, slowlane, when are you coming to San Diego?
5:35 PM
slowlane said…
Yay! You are still alive.

San Diego is so far away. It is on the other side of the black hole they call Los Angeles. Maybe it would be easier to get there if I came at it from a different direction. I'll think about flying to Mexico and then driving North.
9:51 PM
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