I Need a Notepad, a Pen and a Memory
I have all these great ideas for blog posts running around in my head and I never get around to putting them anywhere else.
Like the time I counted out a bag of change that my dad had been accumulating over several months. The change gets heavy and burdensome, so he dumps the change out and uses bills.
One day my brother finds all this change in the car (he’s cleaning it out), he brings it in, says that he’s found a few bucks in change and my dad pipes up about his change bag. Then my mom chimed in about her change pot.
Yes, pot.
Like your mom doesn’t have a change pot. Don’t judge.
So I started counting.
And counting. And then I counted some more. It came out to about $13, it was mostly pennies.
It brought me back to my childhood when I used to hoard and count pennies, always hoping for that elusive dollar. $.89, $.45, those were easy to come by. A whole hundred pennies? That was just wow.
Nothing feels better than thinking that a hundred pennies is wow.
