Fay, you are not making up "I'm two for two." "I'm # for #" is used pretty commonly.

Also, the only people I know who say "billfold" instead of "wallet" are over 50. "Billfold" is a bit archaic now, I think.

I think the terms wallet and billfold are both bandied about around here by people of all ages.

It might be regional, maybe?

I was thinking regional. But, then I started to realize that most of my Southern relatives are over 50, so I don't know if it's regional or age!

In Mississippi, my grandparents say "billfold" and my friends say "wallet." So I'd venture to say in my part of the South, at least, it's age.

My parents/aunts/uncles all say "billfold." My sibs say "wallet," but I don't know if that's because of age or because we lived in the North for most of our childhoods.

I knew moving around a lot as a kid would eventually bite me in the butt, I just didn't realize it would be a linguistic butt-biting.

I used "billfold" when growing up in the Upper Midwest. Somewhere while living in not-really-the-South Southern places, it switched to "wallet."

One possibility -- since my '60s and '70s childhood, it's become the norm to use them for carrying a lot more than bills and maybe a driver's license.

There is a very annoying retro part of my brain that thinks I'm a failure cause my homely cousin who's nine years younger than me is getting married and I got a hickey from Too Much Candy, and that's about it. Must scrub brain of faux-stalgia. I've been living among the neocons too damn long.

I think I've seen the word billfold in the wild once.

Other times, it's just been a thing mentioned in books that confuses me, like money clips.

Eep, I checked out an apartment today and totally loved it. The neighborhood is lovely; it's right across from a high school. There's a Safeway down the street, which is superconvenient. There are pretty flowers and trees. The living room is a good size, the kitchen is sizable, and the bedroom is perhaps a little small but lengthy. Plus, there's an attic. And it's really cheap. I just had that feeling about it, you know? The major downside is that it's almost a mile from BART, which would mean a long walk every day back and forth. But the place made me so happy. I think it had an unfair advantage because it's the only place I've seen that hasn't been cleaned out, so I could see what it looked like as someone would live there. It made it feel not as small as it probably is.

Also, a very pretty young woman checked out the apartment the same time I did. So it must be a babe magnet!

The kooky old French landlord said he got something like 20 e-mails almost immediately after he posted on Craigslist, so I'm really afraid someone will take it or have already taken it, for all I know. And I want to impulsively claim it for myself, but I haven't even looked at that many other places, and I'm afraid of missing out on something better. But there's only one place around that's cheaper, and it's close to BART and decent size, but it didn't make me squee on the way home like this one. I've only been actively looking at places for less than a week! I don't want to be rash.

In other news, some guy proposed to his girlfriend on the radio with a request for "My Name Is Jonas." She said yes. Awww.

I HAVE A KATERINA BEE IN MY HOUSE!!!

And you don't.

So there.