|By Amongst Other Things|
One year my grandma bought each of us lottery tickets for Christmas. She put them in individual envelopes and told us to memorize our numbers. We didn’t win anything, but ever since then I’ve had a strange fascination with the lottery.
Whenever I clean out my car and find loose change under the seats, I make a point to buy a ticket.
To celebrate, we bought two Mega Millions Lottery tickets on New Year’s Eve (seemed like the thing to do). And won (not).
But it was fun pretending for a few minutes what we’d do with $290 Million (or rather, the leftovers after taxes).
The following was discussed:
Get ourselves and our collective families out of debt
Buy everybody new vehicles
Invest in Chinese currency
Create a trust fund for Isaac’s future
Purchase beachfront property
Open the coffeehouse
Buy excessively odd gifts and mail them out for no reason
. . . And then we got distracted thinking about all the wildly funny things we could buy for our friends, and the conversation ceased to be logical. For those of you who know us well, consider yourselves thrilled that we didn’t win.
You had two eight-foot granite Roman centurion statues coming your way.