I've been through the house a ZILLION times. I counted!..I have filed, tossed, destroyed, defaced, shredded, and artistically altered EVERYTHING left behind that should have been taken. I could walk through any room in the house with confidence that every single reminder had been "taken care of"..or did I?

There I am, minding my own business, tidying up the bedroom, arranging things neatly on the dresser and *GASP*....That scary music from the movie Psycho began playing in my head, I felt dizzy, I think I want to faint..this is worse than a Freddy Kruger Movie....NO, NO NO, IT CANNOT BE, THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE.....I SHAKE MY HEAD TO BE SURE I AM NOT HALLUCINATING....OH EM GEE...IT'S THERE...

IT, THAT THING, THE "GREEN FROGGY BANK". Oh yes, sitting nicely next to the PINK HIPPO BANK, smiling at me, the smile was sinister. Both of them there, labeled with our names , the happy couple, Hippo and Froggy. Look how in LOVE THEY ARE. So happy to be sitting right next to each other, so content, not a care in the world...How did I miss it all these months? 

What to do , what to do....do I seperate Pink Hippo fom her love? Do I leave them together to torture me? Think....Sorry Pink Hippo, HE"S OUTTA HERE...you and me, we are gonna ride this wave together, he can't stay...

I pick Green Froggy up and he jingles, OH..$$$$$.....I'll consider it payment for disposal...I dig into the plastic circle holding Green Froggy's bowels intact and yank on it until it comes loose. No Blood, we are OK. I turn Pink Hippo around to face the wall, she shouldn't see this...Wow, ALL QUARTERS! Lucky me, I shake and shake Green Froggy until every last quarter is in a pile on my bed.

Should I let them kiss goodbye? Nah, why make it worse on Pink Hippo. I carry Green Froggy to the Trash can outside and throw him in. I hear him land at the bottom with a thump. Have a nice life Green Froggy...Me and Pink Hippo are going to buy some ice cream with all the new quarters I collected ........