Friday, June 4, 2010
Breaking the piggy bank
Over the course of the last two weeks we've moved most of our stuff out of the house, our parents have taken our vehicles to their respective states (Idaho and Colorado), and we've celebrated Katie's new status of Master. She's a master at many things, but this time we are celebrating her Master's degree and a new career.
One hobby that my wife enjoys is collecting pocket change. Seriously. If you have a few nickels, give them to her and watch how excited she gets. She seperates the silver from the pennies, and we cashed them all in today. She guessed that there would be $214 total. I guessed $150. The guy at the bank (who does this stuff every day) guessed $65. After being run through a coin-counting machine (what a country! it turns out that there was 211.69. When we stood there astonished that Katie's guess was $2.31 away from being exact, she shrugged and stated matter of factly, "must have been all the Sacajawea dollar coins I stole out of the pockets of your jeans!"