Dimes, Japan, facial hair, Newt Gingrich, etc.
Following up on my previous entry. . .
I took my loot to a TD Bank yesterday. After standing at the coin-counting machine for five solid minutes and shaking the bottle vigorously, I finally got all the dimes out. Turns out there were 2,182 of them, so the total was $218.20. (I might just need to spend that money on a flight to Miami, ho ho ho.) Congrats to Cathy for making the closest guess. (She wins . . . bragging rights!) Props to Skim for making an almost-as-close guess; to Andrew Gonsalves for being marvelously methodical; to Ben Weil for making me laugh; and to DanR for making a solid point. Opening Day DOES need to get here soon. To Nicholas Badders: thanks for the heads-up on the mustache contest, but I’m not going to enter for two reasons: 1) My amazing facial hair is now gone, and 2) I’d have to travel to Oakland. For the record, I love the Coliseum. (No, seriously.) You may recall that I snagged four foul balls there at these three games last season — What’s not to love? — but I’m just not ready to head back so soon unless, of course, the A’s feel like paying for my trip (wink-wink, Billy Beane). Speaking of trips (and of Opening Day), I’m leaving for Japan in four days. I’ll be there for a week and a half, and if I don’t gain at least five pounds, I’ll be disappointed. In other news, I’m planning to snag baseballs for charity again this season, and as soon as I get help setting it up on my site, I’ll post a separate entry about it. Finally, I’m way behind in answering emails (especially the longer ones that require me to click on links and/or write more than a sentence). If you’re waiting for a reply, I promise you’ll get it but probably not for at least a few more days. Oh wait, one more thing (because it’s nice to end with good news): the whole fiasco with my driver’s license has been resolved. Of course, with gas costing $4,000 per gallon, who really wants to drive anyway? Clearly, this country needs Newt Gingrich to be the president so he can wave his magic wand and lower gas prices. Yay, Amurrrica!