Ok, this is hysterical.
I have been stashing change I find around the house and then rolling it up whenever it occurs to me.
Last night, one of my purses fell off the bed while I was reading a book or something, and change cascaded out onto the floor. The Man rolls his eyes and says, "OK- I am going to count all this up."
I had about 8 bucks (mostly in quarters) at the bottom of my purse. He starts going off about me like I am some endearing little squirrel with a hoarding problem, and so I decided to humor him and drag out all my old, forgotten, and abandoned purses to see what the result would be.
Oh My GOD.
Well, all I can say, is that we'll never starve! I guess this bad habit I have of not ever making change has finally paid off.
Between all my stuff, including jacket pockets, the grand total came to: $88.93. Not all of this was change- I found two fives in one purse, and a big wad of ones in another. My only defense is that both of these purses date back to when Alan was overseas, and I was doing a lot of drinkin'.
Plus I found:
3 sets of chandelier earrings
4.5 sets of regular earrings
two pair (clean) socks and underwear (this was in the abandoned gym bag)
Spare pair of prescription glasses
19 ponytail elastics
Lipstick for days- at least 5, not counting lip gloss, which seems to breed in captivity.
6 pairs of sunglasses
The heel of a shoe (how did that happen?)
Pens galore- 3 ballpoint, 7 rollerball, two felt-tip, and one forest green dry erase (where the hell did I get that?)
two lost pieces from my manicure set
empty bottle of perfume
my old SS card
a whole lotta lint
a lighter and a pack of Djarum clove cigarettes- full, minus one. (Also from The Man overseas period)
tons of miniscule knitting paraphanalia
petrified gum and tins of altoids.
And that's only the tip of the iceberg.