Out of the Wash

This morning I walked into the family room to find this.

A pile of freshly washed cash. It worked. The money smells just fine. Guess it'll take me a bit of time to sort, straighten, and stack but at least it doesn't stink.

Now I must excuse myself. The yard awaits and I have a few irrigation sprinklers to either repair or replace and my gutters need attention. Truthfully, I'd rather just kick back and read all day, but you and I both know that isn't possible.

Later, and hey, be careful out there.

Stephen