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A lot of Fridays I share my favorite things…my Friday Favorites. But some weeks are best forgotten. Best buried deep in the trenches where they came from. Oh! Like this one for example. It was craptastic. Like seriously did me in.
If you’ve ever had a Boy Scout or a Girl Scout…or just a kid selling stuff, this might resonate with you. If you’ve never been responsible for a pile of money belonging to strangers, it probably won’t.
The boys have been selling popcorn for about two weeks for Boy Scouts. They’ve done really well (which is unfortunate in my case). Jack’s sold almost $550 worth of popcorn…oh my little salesman. Saturday, Jarrod took the boys out selling…then to Target, then to lunch, then to Walmart. (searching for the perfect kickball) All the while, Jack’s magic little sheet with 29 names, addresses, and orders sat beside him on the seat.
Monday morning bright and early I checked to see how they did selling only to find Noah’s sheet and Jack’s extra (blank) sheet. Holy Panic Attack!! Oh yes, I panicked…for three days I’ve panicked. I’ve searched the car 2500 times, ripped open garbage bags and sifted through coffee grounds and dirty Kleenex’s. I’ve looked outside in the bushes, in pockets, emptied closets.
There is one more place to look though…the last house he sold to; a sweet little elderly lady that very well could have taken the sheet inside to fill out, grabbed her money and forgotten to give it back to Jack. It sounds possible right?? We have stopped at her house three times since Wednesday and she’s been gone every time. But you can bet we’ll keep stalking Edna till she gives us a straight up answer. (I’m watching you Edna…ya, that’s me in the aviators and cap in the black sedan.)
I feel like Nancy Drew…a really mean Nancy Drew. I have questioned each kid about what they know strapped to lie-detectors in poorly lit rooms, I’ve been pissed at Jarrod all week for letting that dang sheet sit on the backseat (something a mother would never do, right??), I’ve cried over this, I’m not gonna lie. My poor fetus is probably thinking, “I’m never coming out to live with this lady!”
You might be thinking…but it’s only popcorn. Well, it is…but it isn’t. The guy that gave Jack a $50 bill probably wouldn’t be too impressed if I said that is was only popcorn. The pile of cash on my counter tells me this is serious.
Throw in a weird rash on Jack’s ear and Noah’s nose, my email getting hacked (don’t open any suspicious emails from me…sorry!), overdue library fines, and other disappointments and it’s shaping up to be on the top 5 most hated weeks in Alicia-History.
I did manage to make Sasha’s Gingerbread Cake and Carmel Sauce. Since I can’t drink, this was the obvious choice.
Plus side? It’s almost over. And after I track down Edna and find out if she has the sheet or not, we’ll start the giant task of revisiting almost 30 houses (if we can remember them all) to take their orders again.
Pray for me.
Pray for Edna.