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I bought some lottery tickets today. They were $2 tickets so
we all know I didn’t become a millionaire. I know. I’m 52 years old and haven’t
changed a diaper in 18 years but I still get a kick out of a six pack and a
fistful of scratchers. If I
had a nickel for every time I daydreamed about winning the lottery I would have
been a millionaire years ago. I get to thinking about how I’d hire a cleaning
lady to scrub the dried toothpaste out of the sink every Thursday. I’d probably
make some coffee for her or offer her some iced tea. I’d be quite pleasant to
her. I wouldn’t want her to clean while I’m not here of course. She might take
off with my collection of stretched-out underwear I got from my sister 10 years
ago, 3 years after she wore them.
I’d love to have a cleaning lady. And
after I hire her, I’m spending some money on liposuction and some new leggings
to go with my big tops. I may look around for an electrolysis provider.
Some people immediately go out and
buy a new …