I was asleep in our bed, dreaming. I dreamt that we had won the lottery.
Apparently, I had gotten the news while down in Fountain, Colorado, visiting a 3rd cousin that I never knew existed. Since it was one of the $343 million jackpots, they went out of their way to find *ME*, and I got the news and they gave me a receipt and an appointment to start the whole transfer of funds and whatnot and I got so excited, I thought that I needed to wake up and tell Maribou that we didn’t have to go into work tomorrow.
And then I woke myself up at 3 in the morning and realized that, no, I was in bed. I hadn’t won the lottery. There was no transfer of funds to be had. There was no receipt. I should fall back asleep.
So I feel back asleep and, immediately, I got shown the receipt again. “What do you mean you don’t have a receipt? It’s right here!”
So I woke myself up at 3 in the morning, again.
So I figured, what the heck, I’ll buy a Mega Millions. It’s not $343 million, but a dream is a dream.
Fingers are crossed.
Which brings us to “What If I Won The Lottery”.
I’ve reached the point in my life where winning the lottery wouldn’t really give me much of a chance to ruin it.
We all know the formula pretty much:
Your “winning the lottery” daydreams begin with buying stuff, then evolve to going places, then evolve to stuff like college funds and paying off mortgages of loved ones and making sure that retirement funds are properly balanced and, heck, there’s still money left over (this is a daydream, after all), maybe send a check to that one charity that you like so much.
Well, I’m still smack dab in the middle of “college funds” daydreams (“kiddo, just get accepted. You will be able to go. Bust your butt and work hard and get a major in whatever you want, so long as you minor in either business or economics”). But, after those get set up (how expensive could MIT be, after all?), there ought to be enough left over to retire early.
Maybe go to cooking class.
So… what would you do if you won the lottery?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)