I reached into my basket on top of the refrigerator to get some money to go grocery shopping yesterday. My envelope was not there. I frantically looked again, in and around.
Nothing. 10 minutes later, no envelope.
I had enough money to buy some necessities, but worried about the missing money all the way to the store and back. Let's see, I withdrew the $400 exactly a week ago. Did I leave it in a pant's pocket? Jacket? Truck? Did I "hide" it? I searched everywhere. Am I losing my mind?

Wait a minute. My family was here on Christmas day. Is it possible one of my sons-in-law, both over 6 foot, took it? After all, they both knew about me keeping money in that basket, since I'd mentioned that the rats that broke into my house in Sept. missed the cash. Surely not. But I'm going over every scenario.

Later in the day, I'm still puzzled. I burned the trash the day I withdrew the money. Did I accidently burn it? There went 400 bucks.
Wait a minute! We had tornado warnings Saturday evening. That's it! I put the envelope in my "valuables" box (photos, baseball cards, papers, etc.), and took it to the basement. I rushed to the box (returned to it's usual spot), but no money! Oh no! I was so sure that's where I put it.

Senility? Alzheimer's? Nursing home? Back to anguish and stress. Couldn't sleep. Oh well, it's only money. Let it go.

The next day, and I'm not making this up, I go to my basement basket of acorn squash to pick one out for supper, and there, underneath, is a strange envelope. MY MONEY!!!! How did it get there? Oh yes, I remember. I put it there! I remember now. Sorry sons-in-law. I'm glad I never accused you openly. Case closed.