Sometimes It Pays To Be Forgetful...

As I was leaving this morning, I noticed that all the neighbors had their trashcans out. "Odd," I thought, "why does everyone have it out a day early?" Um, duh. They pick up on Tuesdays; Wednesdays are water-your-lawn days. Fortunately for me, the trash-collector-people are running later these days (what with all the new housing around us), so I still had time to put ours out, too. Since the lid to our trash can vanished in its first 90 days of deployment, I just might start putting the trash out on the day of pickup, instead of the night before.

...and Sometimes It Pays to Pay Attention

Last night I balanced my checkbook (I know, UGH). Everything was okay until I came to the money I transferred between accounts via online banking early in April. Minor heart attack when I discovered that I had transferred $20, not $200, as I needed to. According to my records, that put me in the red for about a week. Fortunately, not everything cleared the account at the same time, so the closest I came to overdrawn was last Wednesday, when my checking account balance dropped to $11 for a day. <whew> I verified last night's funds transfer twice (and again just now) to make sure the decimal was in the right place.