Oooh, it’s tax day! You know what that means! WE have to pay taxes. Government people do not. That’s what they call “economic justice.”
Anyway, it’s sort of slow around here. I saw that WIGSF said some blogs he’s read are “painfully boring” and I know he’s talking about me, in a non-specific way. I appreciate the lack of finger-pointing, WIGSF, but I can take a hint. I’m boring. I know I’m boring. I have always been boring. But I am rarely, if ever, bored. I’ve had enough excitement in my life, thank you very much, and I’ve never found it to be a fun thing. Wait, I take that back. A few times the exciting things have been fun – meeting and marrying my Beloved, having my kids … but the rest of it, not so much. So many bad things have happened to me that boring feels pretty good and I kind of revel in it now. Sort of like no news is good news. The only excitement I want now is the winning lottery numbers.
And just what would I do with that lottery money, you ask? Well I’ll tell you! Let’s pretend that I won – the total right now is just over $100M. Since we’re pretending, let’s just go with that $100M – it’s a nice round number – and not worry about the stupid tax thing. (It’s just legalized theft anyway, but that’s for another blog.)
Right off the top – 10% goes to charities. That leaves $90M.
I need a house and a couple of cars, so figure … $600K for all that. Plus furnishing and decorating, let’s call it an even $1M for a house, cars, and the accompanying junk. So … $89M left.
Half of the total into trust funds for the kids, that would be $50M, so there’s just $39M left over.
We should set aside some to live out the rest of our lives on, pay the bills – I dunno, what sounds good? I’m sure we could live on $250K a year, easy. How many years do I have left? Maybe 40 if I’m lucky? So that’s another $10M, now I’m left with $29M. Let me round that down to $25M to pay off some old debt and keep a couple of old promises made.
Wow, $25M … to play with and show some love. Only … I don’t have 25 friends. I have a few, but not 25.
Hmmm … who, reading this blog, loves me the most?