A LOTTERY

I think the mail has gone strange. I suddenly receieve four tickets to a focused showing of not-yet aired television material, and a letter from Saturn asking me to to give up three months of my car and get a new one. Funny how the Canadian Postal System works! I have to decide what to do with my car. She is my first baby. My before Charmin baby. My first non-breathing baby. What's a girl to do? A good win in the lottery would solve that problem! My lottery list ofcourse includes a new car for myself, Charmin and Farley. Andria, Meagan and Kevin are right at the top along with my family. I could be out of debt in no time! I wouldn't have to work while I was in school! Farley and Charmin could have a backyard all to themselves! No more sharing with the devil dogs from the land below! I could buy my parents an Egg & I, and make sure Tim was out of debt... no Jesse... don't go there. My grandparents would never have to worry about ending up in some nursing home. They could get round the clock nurses and support staff when and if that time ever came. My car would be a hybrid. Something environmentally friendly, and I would fund research so they could work on making cars run on... on... cow pee. We will never run out of cow pee. Would people from India use it though? Hmmmmm... religious and cultural things to consider before I put this plan in place. Nonnie could get lyposuction! No more feeling like the fat one! Pippin could get her very own mouse maze.... maybe that's a little sick, but who cares!?! I won the lottery dammit!

I mean... I will win the lottery... eventually...