Don’t tell my tax guy, but I seriously suck at keeping track of receipts.
When I get them (if I get them), I almost never even glance at them.
If it’s a good day, I’ll actually remember to stick that day’s receipts
in a pretty metal bin that sits on my art table. 
So I have no clue why I looked at today’s receipt from a bead store.
But I’m so glad I did,
because I discovered yet another miracle right under my nose.