its late at night and i cant sleep as usual… its my night off of course. yes, the night owl in me is wide awake and lookin for trouble. just talked to my friends at work, they are always available in the wee hours… lemme see, who else could i call? ah, that would be NO ONE. no one else i know is up at this hour. so can i call you? would you be mad? you wouldn't hurt me too bad, wouldya?
ok, here’s a thought. if you won the Powerball, what would you do with your money? I'll tell ya what i would do and then we’ll compare, ok? ok.
first, i would pay off every single bill i owe. i would give everyone in my immediate family some money, enough to be comfortable. i would put college tuition in an account for Julian, my sweetie….
i would buy my 4 kids each a new, safe, and gas friendly car….
i would donate to the humane society, pediatric cancer, and st. judes hospital.. as these causes are close to my heart.
i would find great pleasure in going out to eat in dumpy restaurants where the waitresses probly hold down several jobs just to make ends meet and leave her/him a huge ass tip! god that would feel good.
i would open a savings account for my 4 kiddos and Julian and give them each a substantial amount to be had when they reach a certain ripe mature age, like say 62… kiddin, maybe 32….
then, if there was any money left, i would buy a modest house [i mean that] not too big, not too small… just with maybe 3 bedrooms, a big living room, kitchen equipped with modern appliances… and it wouldn't be elaborate but it would be just the way Diane and i wanted it to be. no gaudy miss laudy stuff everywhere… no wasted spaces… no need for 3 living rooms… nope, just a cute bungalow just the way we want it.
hopefully i would have enough money left to live on because i would not keep working. i would volunteer at different places. I’m gettin old, ya know…
ya know, sometimes when i feel down, i often fantasize about winning the lottery, and what i would do with the money. i pretend in my mind that i give alot of it away to strangers and i picture their faces in disbelief as i hand it to them… god, how i love that. just like at Christmas, i would rather give presents than receive them. it just makes my soul sing to give….
[did you hear that?]
[it’s NOT pretty, huh.]
yep, its a perdy safe fantasy for whenst ya cant sleep. sometimes, i plan out each room if i am still alert after the general stuff I'd do.
if that’s not enough then i plan out how i would decorate the whole inside. and if me eyes are still wide open, i decide what color the walls will be, what knickknacks I'd have, what themes, where to put the doggie bowls, what kind of dinner wares i want, and different places the toilet paper holders could go. cuz we would have 3 bathrooms, our private boudoir, one between the other 2 bedrooms and a main one for visitors complete with magazine holders and a hand held yatzee game for when your sitting there, ya know, poopin. sometimes it takes longer than other times, so ya gotta have something to do whilst you contemplate what to make for dinner.
can you picture my lil bungalow yet? or is your mind only on the yatzee games in the bathrooms…. come on now, fess up…. i have ESPN. [it’s ESP but that’s how i like to ruin that word].
and erm, i have a final though… actually, i have seen it on the internet here and there so i will not take credit for thinking it up…. but it always sticks with me. i don't know why. here goes;
when your mom used to kiss you goodnight, did ya ever wonder if she just gave your dad a blow job?????
well, you are now, aren't ya.
thanks for keeping me company. it was SO worth your time, i can tell…..