Awoke this morning to The Beard hurling his poor little guts up. Poor guy has the flu.
Being slightly hypochondriac and a definite catastrophic thinker, I quickly took his temperature with my 6 year old $5 Hy-Vee brand digital thermometer: 100.6 degrees.
Then I dropped the thermometer in the sink and it broke. True story.
In an effort to monitor his temperature (and my own!) I whisked off to Walgreens and bought one of their thermometers to replace mine.
I spent a whopping $4 and thought little of it until I left the store and remembered the Dollar Store Challenge.
I thought about returning it to remedy the situation, but health anxiety got the better of me. How can I just NOT have a thermometer for the next three weeks while my poor husband has the flu?!
And so it goes. My first failure with this challenge is out of the way. Hopefully it will be the last!
I own a very gross grill. My mother in law bought it a few years ago, used it often, cleaned it not so often, and left it exposed to the elements. It somehow ended up in our backyard last summer.
It’s been an eyesore for a minute, now.
Come on now. That’s nasty….
Finally, with the new money challenge, I felt motivated enough to list it on Craigslist. For $25 to some brave fixer upper person who might want to get it back on its feet. Goodness knows I don’t have the energy for that kind of stuff.
Now if I could just find a buyer…
A nice unexpected side effect of launching a money challenge seems to be the surge of motivation to do unwanted tasks. Hooray!
While I’m excited by this challenge and incredibly motivated to win it and meet the $500 goal, let’s be honest. It’s a Saturday and I have a whole month ahead of me to come up with the cash. So I sat back and looked at obvious places to gather extra money.
For guys, their pockets and dressers probably have some hidden change lurking around. For a gal like me, it’s this beast:
No, not the actual beast photo bombing the background. Her name is Zelda and she’s a walking money pit in her own right, but I love her. I’m talking about the purse.
I haven’t cleaned it out in ages. Who knows what might be hidden inside…
Dear lord, it’s worse than I thought. I’m beginning to understand why my husband calls it a trash bag. No turning back now. Time to unpack it to find the gold.
Well this is just embarrassing. A million pens that seem to disappear whenever I need one, a roll of plastic doggy poop disposal bags, and four leftover peanut butter cookies wrapped in saran wrap that I forgot I brought home from the office….
Ah, there it is. Amongst cough drop wrappers and binder clips. And a random rabies vaccine cat tag from 2012. Life is funny like this.
Behold the GOLD!
So shiny, so pretty. $2.18 closer to my goal. And I didn’t even have to get up from my seat.
Amount accrued: $2.18
Left for the win: $497.82