Saturday night’s Powerball drawing is for a $193 million annuity ($99.6 million cash).
For God’s sake, if you’re going to buy a ticket and possibly be a winner, have a plan. Think big. There is nothing I hate more than those people that win $100 million and when asked what they’re going to use the money for, say remodel their kitchen and maybe buy a used pickup truck for the son-in-law.
NewMexiKen’s Powerball fantasy includes a tractor like this one:
And about 10,000 acres to go under it.
But that’s not first on my list. Hell, the tractor and land aren’t even on my first list.
What is on the first list?
Remodel my kitchen and buy Byron and Rob a used pickup truck (to share).
Hey! What about your blood kin?
Blood kin? Oh, them. New manufactured homes all around (on their lots).
I’ll take the cash and use it to build a straw house like the first little pig, if you don’t mind. (As long as it’s stacked in bales, and then plastered, it’s a fine medium with which to build a house, and they can be very lovely, not to mention energy efficient.)
My inlaws live with us and have for over 1,000 days. Need I say more about my plans? It may involve purchasing one of Debby’s eco-friendly abodes in another area code.
I’ve always been frustrated by the people that win and say they’ll continue working – at a factory no less. I’ve told my boss, if I even remember to quit, it’ll be from the airport.
Me: Vance, how much notice would you give if you won the lottery?
Vance: Over my shoulder.