I've been fighting the HICKovirus, and have not felt much like finding pennies. In fact, there were TWO DAYS this week that I did not even drive to town for my 44 oz Diet Coke. Sick, I tell you! Knock knock knocking on NOT-Not-Heaven's door, to hear me tell it. "She just has a little cold," to hear Hick tell it. As if he's even around, what with all his gallivanting and ignoring my plight, and even having the nerve Friday morning around noon to say, "The cold I GAVE YOU? I think YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GAVE IT TO ME!"
"Seriously? When you'd had it for 8 DAYS when I caught it through your uncleaned breather spray overnight?"
"Yeah. You got it on your hands when we went to the casino, and you gave it to me." Said the man who never even washes his hands before lunch at the burger place. Not even congratulating me on what an exemplary
He's exhausting, that Hick. Or maybe I'm just tired from not sleeping more than 45-minutes at a stretch, due to the cough waking me up for the past four nights. My eyes think they deserve to be compensated, and try to close themselves during the day. The cough is not giving in so easily. It's an equal-circadian energy-sapper. Night or day, rest or play, even while eating and drinking, or on the way to the toilet 20 times after staying extra-hydrated. Don't you just hate it when you're typing away at your New Delly, and a soggy fragment of a stick pretzel shoots explosively through your lips and onto the keyboard?
Anyhoo...on SUNDAY, Nov. 11, a day that I DID make it to town, even though light-headed and heavy-lunged...I found a penny waiting for me on the floor mat just inside Casey's.
Sheesh! You'd think they lead the nation in slip-and-fall lawsuits, what with that supply of warning signs. Don't try to tell me it's just because they mop the floor so often.
Unlike many who've come before him, this 1989 little Lincoln was FACE UP! It was kind of him to wait for me there on the mat, don't you think? Rather than wedge himself up under the Bubblicious rack like a cheeky quarter!
YIKES! I just had a coughing fit, and something popped in my lower right back area. I feel like an exploding pinata, but with guts ready to spill out instead of candy. I guess we know who's the pooper for THIS party! Dang it. Now I have to take my right hand off the keyboard every time I cough, to hold pressure on my lower right back area. It lessens the sharp pain.
I hope this HICKovirus injury heals quickly. I don't want it to hinder my hiney from bending over to pick up next week's pennies.
For 2018: This was Penny # 115.
For 2018: Dimes still at # 15.
For 2018: Nickels still at # 4.
For 2018: Quarter still at #1.
Since 2017 (the beginning), this was Penny # 193.
Since 2017 (the beginning), this is still Dime # 21.
Since 2017 (the beginning), this is still Nickel # 4.
Since 2017 (the beginning), this is still Quarter #1.