All Things Profane and Sacred

So J came home to me yesterday in one of those moods. Money has been really tight-if it weren't for the job coming through when it did, we would be toast. Burnt, peanutbutterless toast. So things are a bit sticky here at the end of the month, and we're probably going to spend a few days eating beans, but things will be marginally better by this time next month.

Anyway. So J told me he spent the day at work praying for help (I'm not religious and he's not religiously affiliated). When he went out to his car at the end of the day, there was a twenty and a one dollar bill sitting folded on the floormat of his car. Even funnier, when he got his pipe cleaning kit out for a scrap session last night, he found a baggie with a good size bud in it; neither of us remember it being there the last time we used the kit. J's god sent him both money and pot-I guess man does not live on bread alone, huh?