It could happen.
Even I don't know yet if I'm a multi-millionaire, because I'll be asleep well before the draw. And then I'll have to wait till Monday to get a money manager before I even collect the loot.
710 laughs at me - and rightfully so - saying in this regard, and this only, am I an optimist.
He is probably not wrong on this.
I have no real illusions about winning. Perhaps some delusions.
Sure, it would be nice to get Shep everything he wants, but then I thought, I'm pretty sure he already gets everything he wants. And when he wants it.
I'd like whomever wins - I mean, if not me - to do some good with that kind of money. I don't mean houses for their family. But housing for those who can't afford it and don't have it. Food for people who are hungry and of course, fund every pet shelter everywhere.
There will still be money to fund your lifestyle.
I'm of the age that I couldn't possibly rip through that much dough in what time I have left on this planet, so why not help those less fortunate.
See - those are my illusions of winning.
I mean, I'm not completely altruistic, I'd be doing some nice things for ourselves and our friends.
Since we would have left our employment, I'd have to purchase insurance outside of work - and well, this is the U.S., so that bill might take the most of my winnings.
If I drop this blog in the near future, it's because, well..................I'll be off doing good with my dough...from the Caymans.
Song by; Aimee Mann