I hope everyone had as good of a weekend as I did. Nothing special happened, I just didn’t have to work. Well I guess I did have to work, just a different type of work, yard work. A while back I had my old push mower die on me so I had to get a new one. Well I didn’t really know what to do with my old dead mower so it just sat behind the shed letting the grass grow up around it. (And yes I did do redneck fixes on it to keep it running as long as I could, but it finally just couldn’t take it anymore.) Well, my bride has been on me for a while, I guess about 2 years, about getting rid of it. Since I was in the yard working yesterday it seemed like the perfect day to do something with the old mower. I’ve heard rumors about people cashing in scrap metal for money so I thought there had to be some big bucks in this. I tell my bride, we’re cashing in this old mower and some other scrap metal and we’re going to have ourselves a date night! We load up our old rusted and holey fire pit, some random car parts that I’ve gotten out of the ditch from in front of our house, and the old mower. I just know in my heart that I’ve got at least 40 dollars of metal in the bed of my truck. I pull up to the scrap metal place beaming with pride and thoughts of big bucks. I back up to the scale and we start unloading. I’m watching the weight increase on the digital screen, 75, 90, 124 pounds! JACKPOT! We’re going to Western Sizzler tonight, put on your fancy blue jeans, and a shirt that doesn’t have a hole, we’re living the high life! Aw man, I just can’t wait to have all these bills counted out into my hand. I’m doing the old Cha-Ching fast food commercial dance in my head. Now, my bride has stayed in the truck for all of this, and her window doesn’t roll down, if you remember from last week, so she has no idea what’s going on. This is going to be the surprise of her life. I walk inside the place to settle up my tab and end up having the biggest surprise of my life. We went from Western Sizzler to sharing a Happy Meal at McDonald’s. I walked away with a hole whopping $7.20, I spent more in gas driving to the place than I made. Talk about a blow to your ego! The ride up there was filled talking of ways to spend this money! Now I have to get back in the truck and hand over a 5, two 1’s and two dimes? Ouch, I’m never going to hear the end of this one.