Morning dreaming

I want to win the lottery. I want to roll in cash. I want to enjoy looking at fine art and sculptures around my Mediterranean styled home. I want to drive around in luxury. I would be very generous, surely. I wouldn't mind bestowing lots of moolah on my relatives. Creating educational trust funds for all the new nieces and nephews. Writing a fat check to our church. Bequeathing an enormous amount of money to a worthy cause: Paying off all the parents' mortgages. Aww, hell. . .How about the siblings' mortgages, too!! While I am at it. . .Nana could use a new place. I think I want a commissioned painting of the whole family. Wouldn't that be nice?? The Rushing Family Scholarship at Belmont. Maybe a sweet little bench at Vanderbilt with our name on it. In the shade of a magnolia tree right over by the Divinity school.

The truth is. . .I do desire to do all this stuff for my family. . .But mostly. Right this minute, I want a housekeeper. What a crazy indulgence! It's not that I don't have the time to clean the house. I just don't like doing it. I know. That is a horrible thing for an unemployed woman to say, but its the gawd awful truth. Wish me luck on winning the lottery. I think that is the only way I'm gonna be able to justify a maid. Actually, wish me more luck on getting the house clean.

Tell me I am not a messy, dirty person. Go ahead.