Yup, it's true. I still believe in fairies.
Actually, fairies are my way of explaining some of life's mysteries.
Like the weight loss fairy. She's responsible for the two pounds I shaved off this past month.
There's the tooth fairy, who hasn't visited me in ages, but was always generous when she waved her wand.
The money fairy is my favorite out of all of them.
I truly thought the money fairy visited me this past Monday when I called the bank to find out why extra money was put in my account.
According to the banker, someone walked into the Yakima branch with my name and made a deposit.
This is it!, I thought excitedly. A bona fide visit from the money fairy!
I did what any right-minded woman would do: I went shopping.
And shop I did.
I bought my girlfriend 25 toe rings so she'd stop borrowing mine.
I bought two new pairs of shoes, to expand my collection.
I bought 20 boxes of 24-count crayons, three rulers, two backpacks and six or seven containers of glue for the Grandview Rotary Club's school supplies drive that's currently underway.
I bought two tubes of lipstick and some facial cleansing cloths, too. After all, when the money fairy comes, not only are you to share, but to indulge just a bit, as well.
The following morning, an earth shattering phone call came.
It was my dad, who left me a voicemail.
"Hi hunny. I put some money in your bank account yesterday for your birthday, I wasn't sure how often you check your mail."
I was going to use that for a raft for the river float trip with my family at the end of this month!
Now, what's a girl to do?
P'raps that was a test run and the real money fairy will visit soon enough?
While I wait on that, I'm gonna cross my fingers for a visit from the new car fairy, too. Maybe she'll wave her wand, ditch the '93 Buick Century and replace it with a PT Cruiser or Jeep Wrangler!