Over the last couple years I've had this mindless routine of sorts that I never really paid much attention to where I'd throw any loose change I had in my pocket at the end of the day into the drawer in my night stand. (I'm sure there was a run-on sentence with a few too many prepositions and dangling participles in there somewhere). Well, a couple weeks ago I noticed my left bicep was getting huge from pulling the now heavy drawer open once daily - and by huge I mean when I crossed my arms and pulled them in tight against my chest Simon Cowell style, it looked a little above average in size. Kylie said for fun we should get some coin wrappers and count it all out ourselves and see how much I had. For fun? Seriously? Counting all those coins on a Friday night? Um... yeah... I told her I thought it would be not-so-fun and that I'd rather hit the Coin Star machine down at the grocery store and let it count it all for me... well worth the 9.8% or whatever they skim off the top to me to not have to count it. So, we compromised and counted it ourselves one recent Friday night. [Insert sound of drum roll here]... $178.52. Sweet. And you know how much Coin Star got of that? Zippo. Take that Coin Star. We stuck it to the man. Glad I suggested we count it out ourselves.