Cash in a shoebox.

I ate popcorn (cooked on the stove, not in the mocrowave) and some Babybel cheese for breakfast. Washed it down with some sparkling cranberry juice that seems to have just as much sugar as soda....whoops. Anyway. It is my day off. In the middle of the week, I get my weekend. Usually I work 3.5 days a week- 28 hours. This doesn't count the babysitting I do for friends or the errand running I do for Mother Margie, or the household chores. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday are my full shifts, and on Friday nights I work 4 hours. For my job, I am grateful.