Me: I’m winning the Powerball on Wednesday.
Ryan: Best to start planning now. I suggest permanent Disneyland passes with one of those tour guides that gets you to the front of the line.
Me: And one of those awesome suites as well.
Ryan: Can we just buy an apartment IN the park? Maybe hidden somewhere in the new Star Wars Land?
Me: Only if the kitchen can be modeled after the Millennium Falcon. Only cleaner.
Ryan: Much cleaner. Don’t know what Han and Lando have done on that ship.
Me: Or Chewie! His palms didn’t get that hairy for nothing.
Ryan: ……..
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
Oh, you had to go there, didn’t you?
Sigh. Yes…I did. It’s an illness.
Lol
🙂
Will you still remember us little people after you’re mega-rich?
I’m likely to get 100% more loud…if that doesn’t turn you off, you’re in like Flynn.
Poor Ryan, forever traumatized… 🙂
Every single day of our relationship… lol
Such blasphemy! But I forgive you because when you win the lottery I’m going to live in a wing of your giant house.
Depending on how the election goes…
Don’t slag the wookie! He can do whatever he wants in his private time!