Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. My writing prompt today: ~Look into your archives. What were you blogging about a year ago around this time? Are you still dealing with the same thing? Your thoughts? O.K. This is so weird. A year ago, April 25th, I was walking to the check-out line of my neighborhood grocery store when I looked down and saw a one-hundred-dollar bill. There it was, nicely folded in half, in between the checker and the gum display. I picked it up and handed it to the checker saying "I know this didn't come out of my wallet". It was placed in the Lost and Found. Of course I could use that money. But, it wasn't mine. I just couldn't pocket it, my guilt would take away any inkling of joy this money could provide. So here we are, a year later, and I'm walking to my car after a stop at my neighborhood Walgreen's. The sun is shining, it's a beautiful afternoon and then, what's this? I spot a pretty wallet layin