Christmas present...Three months later

I'm a terrible blogger. I actually have some entertaining posts, but what I don't have is the time to sit down to compose them, especially since the new season of 16 & Pregnant is back on MTV. Case in point: Christmas Present.

A few days before Christmas, my grandmother, Grannie, mentioned that she put mine and Wade's Christmas present in the floorboard of my car. She instructed us to wait until Christmas morning to unwrap the gift. Later that day, Wade was unpacking the car, and asked why Grannie had given us a brick for Christmas. Instead of a brick, we found this:

(mason jar full of coins)

(Grannie)

I loved it. She wrapped up a mason jar full of change for us. I called Grannie's house that Christmas morning, and everyone was going on about their jars full of coins. We all deduced that each of the jars had been packed away in Grannie's barn since the dates indicated on each lid. My brother's was from 1974 and one cousin's from 1968. Notice mine has a "69" on it. Oh, and I have to mention that Grannie loves to date and initial EVERYTHING with a black sharpie marker. When she's feeling festive, she will break out a red one (note the name tag).

I was recently joking with Grannie about the jar of money, and she stopped me to ask which mason jar I received. I told her it was the pretty one with the diamond pattern running along the middle. She asked if I still had the jar and if so, would I give it back to her.