What would I do with a million dollars? That is the question I asked myself when I saw that today is Be a Millionaire's Day on the Bizarre and Wacky Website.
Immediately I realized that I began to worry about it. How much of it should I put away for the kids to go to college? Would I continue working? Would I need to work to keep my health insurance or could I afford it with that much money? Should I give it all away to good causes? Should I use it to start a business to create jobs for unemployed poets?
I think my blood pressure went up 40 points within a few moments.
Instead I decided two things. One, I will continue not spending money on lottery tickets. Two, I would declare a holiday called Lower Middle Class Day! I am celebrating, instead, my modest home that I can afford, my 8 year old car that still runs fine, my ability to find good deals at Goodwill, and the fact that I can work part time and have time to enjoy the rest of my life while hovering slightly above the poverty line.
Though when I found out the other day that I got some extra money back from the IRS because I qualified for a credit called Making Work Count that I'd never heard of, I wondered if I might be hovering a little too close. Well, this year I did get a raise and I'm working a little extra so maybe I will be lucky enough not to get that money back next year.
Hmmmm?
I love your new holiday! I am celebrating it in the same way--not buying a lottery ticket, and in gratitude and joy. Also, I have a job interview next week. Unless I am taken up in The Rapture (or, as I gather, eaten by a zombie). If we both attend the same After the Rapture party, we can wave our lack of lottery tickets in the air!!
ReplyDeleteI apparently was bumped from the rapture. This has happened before and it tends to bum me out.
ReplyDeleteZombies rule!
ReplyDeleteI like your holiday, but may be too downwardly mobile to qualify. Also love "bumped by the rapture" which could be a good disco song for dancing on a lighted dance floor under a glitter ball for inebriated Cornhuskers wearing reindeer sweaters and crepe-soled shoes. Oops, I almost wrote souled.
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