I don't even know what to call this...

Over the summer, I checked out a library book called Confessions of an Organized Homemaker. In October, I finally admitted the damn thing was lost. Irony.

I ended up paying for it, and the librarian told me that if I keep the receipt and find the book within a year, I could bring it back and they'd refund my money.

So I took my receipt and placed it in the "Holiday Receipts 2009" envelope. And then last week, Chris found the book in the backseat of his car. It must have fell out of the returns bag and gotten buried. So now I can return the stupid lost book (although I'll read it first) and get my money back. All because I was organized.