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!