Counting Change

We have a mug we throw pocket change into at the end of the day. It has recently gotten to the point where it's almost overflowing, frothy with shiners.

We counted it up tonight and were surprised to discover $68.50.

Towards the end of the coining process, I came to the couch to mess around on the laptop. I hears some coins fall on the kitchen tiles and Michelle made some sort of meeping sound, like a mouse...or maybe like a miserly raccoon. I walked in to find her on hands and knees, searching for the dropped change. She looked like a character out of a horror movie, who has just dropped her glasses at the moment the villain approaches. This is the life of a miser.