Rhino-ing and Painful Pennies

The girls and I met a family at the library about a month ago. They are new to Vienna (capitol hill and memphis prior to here) so we exchanged numbers. Yesterday we were finally all healthy enough for a playdate. While we were talking, Lynne taught me a new expression. Rhino-ing. Apparently a Rhinocerus will charge at something but if he catches a glimpse of something else off to the side, he will charge at that instead, having forgotten all about his original goal. Sounds like me. Every day. But now I have a fun name to call this syndrome of mine. Rhino-ing. Makes it sound more fun, don't you think?

And as for the painful pennies...
Ryan, Felisa, and I ventured to the bank today, heavily laden with the treasures of 3 very full piggy banks (brings back memories of lugging quarters to deposit back during my Disbo Days!), to deposit into the coin counting machine. One hour and 45 minutes later we were finally done. Apparently the coin counting machine was jamming on the pennies. Which we had a lot of. The two other men who were there to make a deposit had most, if not all, silver coins so they were able to make a deposit and move on. Not so for us. On the good side, this task is done (after about 6 months or so on the To Do list) and the piggy banks are back in place, ready for more. And the kids really were quite patient given the excruciatingly long amount of time we spent at the coin counter. And special thanks, too, to the angels that made sure there was no waiting when we went to the teller to deposit the bills. I'm not sure we would have survived waiting there as well. Our rewards - lollipops and Wendy's for lunch!