Buddy, Can You Spare a Dime?

In the arena of 

"Things You May Not Know About My Husband"

is this:

He wants your dimes.

That's it.

No big "save the world" plan here.

He wants your dimes.

He got this stroke of genius while watching a story on 

the news about some kid collecting pennies for some cause.

There's about three of these stories every year, aren't there?

But my husband's collection differs from these kids' on two fronts.

He want dimes, not pennies.

He wants them for himself.

I guess I should put in a disclaimer here that ten percent of

all money that comes into this household goes out to 

some charitable entity so he's really not some 

money hungry dime hoarding thug. 

Which makes his whole dime endeavor

that much funnier.

He's been at this for a couple of years now and we were

noticing that contributions this year are down from last. 

(oh, and for whatever reason, dime years run May to May)

(don't ask, I don't)

This box got filled a couple of times over the first year.

So, he and Lynne felt a little PSA was in order just to

re-ignite the passion for bringing dimes to Mike.

I'll keep the box by the front door for your convenience.