Remember last Christmas? When I correctly guessed (to three cents) how much there was in this jar?
Well, since I won the Christmas Coin Smackdown last year, I got to spend Christmas Eve counting coins to prepare a new jar with a new amount for the family to guess at this year’s dinner.
Jay, of course, was NOT ALLOWED TO PEEK.
In my noble attempt to confuse would-be guessers, I went through three different jars, three different methods (including stuffing the jar with styrofoam), before I settled on this jarâ€â€with just a few pieces of styrofoam and knick knacks like a Hello Kitty phone charm as red herrings.
As the jar went around the table, the guesses poured in. $15. $34.90. $22.10.
Jay guessed $27.50.
Do you want to know how much was in the jar?
Do you?
Are you prepared to be BLOWN AWAY?
$27.53.
Jay was three cents off.
The family immediately raised legitimate concerns of Spousal Cheating, but trust me when I say I nearly fell off my chair when Jay made his guess.
So guess who gets to take home the jar and prepare it for next year?
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