I'm being stalked by my change jar.

Conversation from this morning:

Me: "Okay, you get points for being clever, but it's really not funny to wake up to the judgemental eyes of Andrew Jackson watching me sleep."

Hubby: "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Me:  "THE CHANGE JAR. Andrew Jackson is STARING at me, and I'm lying here half asleep being watched by some voyeuristic dead president."

Him: "What??"

Me: "I'll send you a picture."

Andrew Jackson disapproves of your saving habits.

(From my angle, under the headboard it was even worse, the glass made his eyes look even more judgey.)

Him: "Holy Crap. That IS really creepy."

Me: "I thought YOU did it."

Him: "Nope. I'm not that clever."

Me: "This just proves Andrew Jackson is stalking us from beyond the grave. We better not spend that twenty. It's probably cursed."

Him: "Doesn't that mean we should spend it?"

Me: "No, because if he gained sentience in our jar he'd probably be pissed to be given away in trade for enchiladas or something."

Him: "Damnit."

Me: "I know right."

Him: "No, now I want Enchiladas."

Me: "Crap. Me too. Jackson's days are numbered."