and was, well, laundered. (I'm a dirty jobs type of gal)
Ol' Abe with about 1/3 of his bill still intact (left on the floor, not eaten) I figure I managed to recover about 80% of the bill, including all four corners.
As you can see, there was originally only about 2/3 of one of the 20's uneaten. I figure we recovered since we recovered at least 3 corners worth for the completly eaten bill as well as at least around 90% of each bill it counts for at least $40 of legal tender.
The serial numbers are good on all three bills. So I think they'll be acceptable, especially since they don't have any doggie residue (other than a slight discoloration on a couple pieces) left on them.
When they dry, I'll tape them up and take them to the bank to see if they'll replace the bills. So the kid may still get to go to Comi-con this summer and have a bit of spending money. Now her grades are pretty much the only issue with that (sigh)
She is also learned to be a little less " kooky/artistic" on how she takes care of her "special" items (a nice, thick recycled embossed cardboard gift money mailing envelope tucked in one of the letter slots on her desk) - no more wadding money up in an collector's plastic cup where bills can fall out if knocked over and get covered with sauce when she's in one of her lazy sloppy moods.
Kooky/Artistic is great most of the times, but you still have to be somewhat aware and sensible when taking care of things you need. It's that crazy "balance and moderation" thing that always seems to come around and bite you in the butt when you start thinking that you can do whatever you feel like and no one can say "boo".
Some teenagers have a hard time with that concept - and since I can't "criticize" - (that is, talk like an adult) - to her without starting a fight, ya'll get to hear what I want to get into her wannabe "emo/intellectual/Paris Hilton/angry artist" head right now.
Haele