Monkey Buisness.

I want slash need a money tree to sprout up in my front yard. Not a fake money tree that we had when I was little and picked off the leaves and pretended it was money but a real money tree. A tree growing Benjamin's and Jackson's out of it, and the occasional Lincoln and George. I'll even take a tree baring half dollars.

After I told Lacey I needed a money tree to pop up she informed me by the time I got to the tree it would be poor. I am not one to wake up before the crack of noon unless I have been awake all night. So my family and peeping neighbors would get to my money first. The bastards.

Ah such hopes and dreams.