A Penny Saved Is A Penny Earned

In addition to the traditional dinner out for D’s birthday this week, the birthday plans included something really special: the Opening of the Pig.

My sister purchased a beautiful, white ceramic piggy bank either for my baby shower or when D turned one (I’m guessing it was for my baby shower because that’s what Julesie thinks and she usually remembers things better than I do). Ever since D knew what to do with a piggy bank, he’s been squirreling away money but never opening the pig to make a withdrawal. This was a separate savings plan from actually using his savings account at the bank, another method he actively uses. The pig was used for random change and, because he’s smart like that, a twenty dollar bill every now and then.

He decided that he wanted to open up the pig as a part of his birthday celebration, and we were all excited to see how much cash (and other things) would come rolling out of there.


The paper money he pulled out of that pig was ridiculous. In total, it took about fifteen minutes to empty the pig.


There wasn’t only American money in there: we found Bahamian money, Euros, Mexican coins, bus tokens, flattened pennies, and even a pop can tab.


When the pig was empty, all six of us (the Fab Five plus D’s girlfriend) sorted and sorted, and counted and counted. We all made a prediction as to how much money was in there.


When it was all said and done, that pig had $275.52 in it. Wowzers! Not bad for randomly tossing change (and the occasional bill) into a ceramic farm animal for nearly nineteen years, right?