I’ve been in a funk these past few days. The rainy weather doesn’t make my mood any bit better. Today, I told hubby we’re busting out of here and darn the money. I broke into my piggy bank (loose and found change) and resurrected over ten bucks.
What fun can you have with ten bucks?
Let me count the ways:
Just proves, once again. You don’t need a lot of money to have fun, nor have yourself a very good day! Funk gone!