Skirt: Thrifted Blouse: Thrifted Belt: Thrifted Necklace: Thrifted Shoes: Aeropostale
Here's the deal. Yesterday I successfully lost and found $500 dollars. Say what?! Yeah you know it's the usual for me, chump change really, I casually drop hundred dollar bills as I walk down the street daily. In fact usually people trail me as I walk to school because they know I'm bound to slip them at least a twenty. NOT! Every penny counts to me and Matt, we're ya know well....poor college students. So long story short yesterday I came to Matt crying/hysteric/about to pull my hair out over losing $500. We went over the whole, "Where did you see it last?" thing, to which I responded, "If I knew where it had been last don't you think I would know where it was?" Then we did the step retrace thing, fail. And then we resorted to the whole look through the trash because maybe, just maybe we like to throw our money in the garbage. Come on you know you've searched in the trash for ridiculous things.
The best part about it that was as I was on the verge of tears, holding my head in my hands, tapping my fingers to my head like I could tap out the money, Matt just said, "Oh well, it's really not that big of a deal, we never needed it before. Maybe we needed to lose it to help someone else who really needed it."
He then disappeared for twenty minutes and came back with a mango sushi roll to console my down spirits.
Ladies and gents, you know you have a gem when you lose $500 bucks and they react with thinking of it as a blessing and then by bringing you comfort food and giving you back rubs. He knew it just didn't matter, and that I was worrying about it plenty for the both of us, and that my friends is why I love him so dang much.
I ended up finding the money.
But really, it was way less about the money and more about realizing what an awesome guy I've got with me for oh....eternity.