More than I have, for sure. Definitely more than I can count. Pieces of green paper...the spendable kind. Made sure that I picked up a few tickets for the winning hand. Lawd, Lawd. Let me dream for a while.
First of all, I want all my money at one time. No annualized pay out for me. No sir. I doubt if I have another 26 years of living left. So give it to me...NOW! They say the odds are that if you take a lump sum, you'll have gone through it in five years' time. Let me try.
Relatives get a hand up, right off the bat. Excuse me, let me clarify. Close family relatives--as in immediate blood--extended relatives need not apply. Then a little sump'n sump'n for those who have assisted me in a time of need. That list is small, too.
Buy a bigger house? NOT. Serendipity has served me well. She would be the recipient for everything that I have envisioned. Repairs; an addition; a fence--to keep folks out of my damned yard. Buy some houses? Definitely. I'd become one of the Big Rip's largest landlords.
Another car? Not getting rid of Abby but maybe a truck? Hell, with all that money I could afford the price of gas.
Start a business? Definitely. My adopted home has a lot of needs in the way of retail. Somebody has to give Wally a run for their money. Give to charity? Without question. GFBC's bell tower would definitely receive a donation and I want a placque for my mama. Investments? You know it. Maybe a few offshore accounts like Mr. Mitt.
Work? For myself. Bye bye, Wally, goodbye.
Hmm. I haven't even made a dent in that cash. Time to indulge. A permanent home in the Caribbean. Jamaica, here I come. Travel. A week in each of the places I want to see.
What's a coupla million? Dreams...sweet dreams.
Be Safe. Be Blessed.