Finders Keepers?

Yesterday something very unexpected happened. The hubby and I were getting ready to go workout. It was yucky and misting out, so I grabbed a sporty, waterproof jacket that I rarely wear (gosh, I wonder why I hardly ever wear it ... oh right, it almost never rains here!). I put my hands in the pockets to straighten them out, and felt something in the right pocket. Intrigued, I pulled it out and it was A FAT WAD OF CASH! Not just a few ones, but fives and tens and twenties! Holy cow! I counted it up and it totaled $145! Woohoo! But wait ... where in the world did this come from? I racked my brain trying to remember the last time I wore that jacket and why I would be carrying SO MUCH cash. I never carry very much cash, let alone $145.

Then more thoughts started to flood my mind. I'm a pretty organized person, and these bills were all mixed up in no order whatsoever, and definitely not all facing the same way as I would have had them. Then the inner dialogue began ... Is this money even mine? Who else's could it be, Jenna? I don't know, did I let someone borrow my jacket? Don't you think you would have noticed $145 missing? I mean, that's a big chunk of change!

I considered this news Facebook-worthy, so I updated my status to let everyone know of my good fortune. Some of the comments were along the lines of, "I love it when that happens!" and "Gosh, I'm happy when it's just $5!" But that's the thing. This NEVER happens to me. Like I said, I'm a pretty organized person. I don't have a habit of leaving things in my pockets. I can honestly say that before this instance, I don't recall ever finding money in my pocket.

So is it mine? More than likely yes, but who knows for sure. Finders keepers, right? You're probably saying, "Geez Jenna, stop over-analyzing the situation and just enjoy your find and go shopping!" And I will end up going shopping ... boring, responsible grocery shopping. But that's OK, because it's still a great way to start off the year. Maybe 2010 will be lucky for me!