Loose Change

It's a cold a dreary day here in Colorado. The weatherman said to only expect a high of 50', if we were lucky. At lunch, it was only 41'. Lord knows we need the moisture - I am pretty sure you have to start classifying yourself as old as soon as you start using that phrase whenever it rains...

Days like this, when the sky is gray, it's hard to stay motivated. I fantasize about being at home snuggled up in my sweatpants... 

...curled up on the couch,

...the kids are at daycare,

...and I can watch Lifetime Movie Network. All. Day. Long.

I rarely venture down to the first floor of the building, unless I am mailing something... checking the fax machine... grabbing ice... okay so I rarely use the vending machine on the first floor. But today I think I am in need of a little pick-me-up. Some caffeine. Something to get this brain moving, since I am force to sit on a chair all day.

P-E-P-S-I

I know my wallet is bulging lately. Time to dig for some change.

See... the evidence. Bulging. 

Unfortunately, not the kind that folds. Just the kind that jingles.   Name that movie

Hmmmm, that's not looking very silver to me. Last time I checked the vending machine didn't accept pennies.

Pretty copper-ey. 

Geesh, only $.45 and I need $.70.

This is pathetic.

I am suddenly having a flashback.

A flashback form elementary school. 

A flashback when several times once my mom always forgot to pack me a lunch for school. Just as she would pull up to the curb to drop my sister and I off in the morning I would chirp, "Mom! I need lunch Money." 

Horror spread across my mother's face. Frantically, she sifted though her over-sized-purse searching for her wallet. She began removing miscellaneous business cards, receipts, two-for-one punch cards, gift cards, credit cards, more business cards. I can't help it... I am giggling right now. Ask my mother to locate anything in her purse and she still does this every time! She's out of cash. She locates her pocket change. Before you know it she is counting out a $2.25 in pennies, nickles and dimes. You could only pray to be that lucky to get quarters. 

I would have to sit in homeroom first thing in the morning, my hand clammy from holding all that change, waiting for the teacher to call my name. I would announce that I was here, wanted hot lunch, and then have to make my way to her desk. I would shyly open my hand and dump $2.25 in change on her desk. One by one I would count the change to verify I didn't lose even a penny along the way. 

I wonder what my teachers used to think???

Maybe better I never knew. 

Dear Lord, 

Let me never send my Brown Eyed Girl or Mr Blue Eyes to school with a hand full of pennies, nickles and dimes for hot lunch. Please let me always have at least quarters.

Success is finding $.70 in change between your wallet, bottom of your purse, and that last pesky nickle from the floor of your cubical.