I woke up this morning to discover that someone in Missouri and Arizona won last night’s massive lottery prize. How did that happen? It was supposed to be mine. In fact, I was so sure of it, I did my Christmas shopping based on it. How am I supposed to pay for all of this stuff?
I bought season tickets to Broadway shows for my youngest son and daughter-in-law and rented a gorgeous apartment for them in midtown Manhattan on Park Avenue so they would have a place to stay when they went into the city for the shows. For my other son I bought a bespoke Farrari FF and a new Mac computer.
For my son-in-law, who loves speed and adventure, I bought a seat on Virgin Galactic so he can be a pioneer astronaut. My daughter, the writer, will be attending a fabulous dinner party in New York City at the Algonquin Hotel. She will join Christopher Buckley, Roz Chast, Malcolm Gladwell, George Stephanopoulos and other literati there for an exclusive dinner party at the Round Table. All the proceeds go to a children’s charity, so my gift is a tax write-off. I think. I’ll have to ask my CFP daughter-in-law about that. After all, she will be managing all my winnings. Oh, wait…I keep forgetting I didn’t actually win. Gosh, when the bills for all these things come in, I might have a little difficulty paying for them. Good thing I hadn’t bought anything for my granddaughters yet. And I hope I can get a refund on the airline tickets to Australia for my husband and me. Gay Car Boys was going to help us pick out a car.
I feel sad because I was going to send all of you, my loyal blog followers, something nice for Christmas, too. But it’s the thought that counts. Right?