And My Butler Will Only Have Four Fingers On Each Hand!

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: ……..

I Know, Guys…I Suck, But Tomorrow, I Might Suck AND Be Rich

Yeah, yeah, yeah…I’ve been slacking with the writing, but I’m going to defend myself and say that I’ve been tied up with Christmas, getting back to work, and my ex-husband holding my children for ransom.  True story.

Anyhoo, one of you, and you know who you are, emailed me, asking if I’d secretly won the lottery and had taken off for parts unknown.  Another of you emailed asking if I was “Seriously dead or just sitting in an asylum and haven’t earned internet privileges, yet”.  I think we can all agree that the second option is far more likely.

Regardless…if any of the following things happen, you’ll know who won the Powerball.

1. A huge animal rescue opens, called “Megan’s Big Bitches (and boy dogs, too)”.
2. Sully gets to have his balls back.  Don’t ask how…it’s just going to happen.
3. Underwires?  Now unbreakable.  You’re welcome.
4. Tina Fey is on a lifetime retainer to do this, every time one of my children fails to follow a direction already given fifteen times.
   
5. My new legal name: “Thelonious McWhiskeydick”.
6. An army of drones will follow Donald Trump to all public events, dropping piles of dildos on him.
7. Unicorns become an actual fucking thing.
8. Ryan is now at the helm of a privately owned newspaper, whose only purpose is to campaign for increased teacher salaries and talk about how sexually inadequate all my exes were.
9. This blog starts delivering chocolate bars, Willy Wonka style.
   

   Let’s be honest…this movie was an episode of Criminal Minds with chocolate.

   10. Oprah Winfrey names me one of her new favorite things.

And Only Because My Moat Isn’t Ready For My Narwhal.

Me: “Hey, when we win the Powerball tonight, whoever is the nicest gets the first pony.”

Caolinn: *eye roll*

Me: “I saw that.”

Xavier: “Guess who’s getting a three-legged pony with mange?”

Liam: “That’s gonna be one messssssed up pony.”

If Only the Powerball Offered a Manticore…

As you may or may not know, I work with children with severe emotional and behavioral disorders.  Almost daily, someone will tell me that they have no idea how I do my job, and I tell them that I *LOVE* my job.  My kids are the absolute best…they just need more care and understanding to get through a day.  Today, I was reminded, in spades, just how lucky I am, to do what I do.

(After I drew names out of the bucket to see who would get a special privilege this afternoon…)

Kid: “Yes! I crossed my fingers, and I won! It works!”

Me: “Hey, next time you decide to cross your fingers, think about me winning something.”

Kid: “I’m going to cross my fingers and hope Miss McMcerson gets a rainbow-farting unicorn.”

Me: “Awesome….maybe cash, though?”

Kid: *look of absolute disdain*  “Cash can’t buy a rainbow-farting unicorn.”

Me: “Touche.”