My husband is a mad scientist. He can solve any problem
with his mad skillz-- Greek, biochemistry, theology, web development--
sky's the limit. . . Hence, to my delight, he has no time for nickles
and dimes. Every day is Easter for me. I find those shiny gems all
over the house-- on the nightstand, in the bathroom, on the kitchen
floor, in the fridge. . . I am in marital bliss. After three days
of "Project Nickle" and "Project Dime," I've collected enough cold,
hard cash to get a soda from the Coke machine. That's one dollar,
folks. One dollar in nickles and dimes. I love being married to
my little Einstein. At this rate, I'm going to pay off the Lexus by
March!