Darn it.  This means we still have the old house, the old vehicles, The Curmudgeon still has his old, dull false teeth, and bills are still cluttering my kitchen table.

     If you won the lottery what would you do first?

     First thing I’d do is I’d send the Curmudgeon off to get new teeth so he can actually chew a steak for change–poor man hasn’t enjoyed one for a while.

     Once that was out-of-the-way, I’d probably get my dental work done.  There’s a couple of things my periodontist would like to do for which we just haven’t had the money.

     Then, well… I dream of a new house where The Curmudgeon wouldn’t have to climb stairs, and a yard so securely fenced that we’d never have to worry about the dogs going outside off the leashes.

     New furniture would be nice too.  We sure could use a couch bigger than the love seat we have now, and some chairs that aren’t total wrecks would be nice too.

     A new car for me–I’ve never had one, mine were all used cars.  The Curmudgeon has had a few new ones and seldom drives now.

     I have simple tastes.

     You all have a good one!