We had never left a $100 tip before. Actually it was $101. Our favorite server at our favorite dinner spot jokingly told us the table before really had him running around, BUT they left him a $100 tip, so his spirits were high-flying. After another great dinner and superb service, my husband and I joked that we should also leave a $100 tip and make it the best night our server has ever had. While we're at it, we chuckled, let's up the ante by $1, just to be his favorite customers of course.

We really didn't have an extra $100 laying around, but I promised my husband that I would deposit $100 of my cash sales that I made from selling all the baby stuff (I can't believe how much baby stuff I had). Planning on buying a new rug with the baby sale money, I decided I'd much rather make our server's night instead. After all, he had always been so good to us.

Our bill came. Total for dinner: $38.80. That made a 270% tip (I hope I did the math right; I can never remember which way to divide it). We left laughing and visualizing what his reaction would be. It was pure fun to give it.

Last weekend was the first time we'd been back to our favorite dinner place. We, as usual, requested to sit in our favorite server's section. He laughed and greeted us with: "You guys are ridiculous!" We snickered and pretended we had no idea what he was talking about.

Our dinner came: halibut with butternut squash. My husband and I chatted about the kids and work, the two things we were trying to get a break from and then finished our meal with a small dish of ice cream. Our server places the bill on our table, holds his hand on it to make a point and says: "What goes around comes around. Dinner is on me." We tried to argue with him, but he left smiling, enjoying the surprise he just gave us. My husband kept saying how amazing it was that our server bought us dinner. Completely unexpected, I would add. We were both taken back at his thoughtfulness and generosity.

This morning I bought a vanilla latte for my daughter's second grade teacher as a thank you (he loves coffee). Pulling up to the window to order, I noticed a tip jar sitting on the edge of the window. "Tips are Karma!" it read (and yes, I took a picture of it with my iPhone). Surely that is true as with anything we give. What goes around comes around.