Yesterday I went to the store and bought an item that was a little over a dollar. I paid with a twenty. Today I went to the pharmacy and looked for the 10 I had gotten back---not there--just a 5 and a few dollar bills. I was upset...my first thought was difficult child----that's awful I know, but for so long I could not keep cash in the house because of him. I got home, heard some chewing under the bed. One dog had found a bottle cap and was chewing. I got the broom to sweep---and what did I find? Little bits of a $10 bill....darn dog stole it from my pocketbook. Now I know what happened to that $100 my mom gave me at Christmas.