$500 we're coming for you. don't be afraid. you like hawaii right?

Husband is obsessed.

There has been FOUR straight days of searching. 

thinking. 

planning. 

rethinking.
replanning

scheming. 

Last week Adam used his keen detective skills to find us $500 {our bank account thanks ya, hubs}. 

However, my early morning routine does not thank you.

This particular morning the man just couldn't get it out of his head that
TODAY WAS HIS DAY. 

He was determined to find this second bunch of moolah hidden somewhere around the city.

 So we woke up early to drive around & search. 

And around we drove.

And in parks we searched.

And in airports we scoured.

But no moolah.

None.

Zilch.

Fail.

On the plus side:

I learnt I can be a supportive wife when I want to be. {still learning to be supportive all the time. eek}

I learnt Husband loves these kind of things {hmmm...date ideas galore are filling my mind}.

I ended up quite enjoying watching Husband play detective. New career path, perhaps?

and, last one...drum roll please
{drumdedadrumdrumdrum or parumpapumpum - pick your choice of drum roll noise. what? sound effects were never my strong point, ok}

I learnt I quite fancy an early morning drive.
I already feel much more alert today.

Sorry Husband. You've just opened up a whole new world of morning routine. 

Not so good for your lack of morning person skills.Apologies for the poor quality. It was taken in the early morning light and, frankly, we'd practically just woken up.