I really should have a contingency plan for situations like this. A solid backup post, saved as a draft and ready to go live when an unexpected late night work situation takes me past the point of no return.
Instead, all I have is this half-written post from January 18th, 2015:
How I will spend my millions
I'm still holding out hope that I'll be filthy rich some day. However it happens, I'm sure it's going to take a lot of hard work and ingenuity, which I'm not excited about. But eventually my desire for the finer things will hopefully motivate me to, as Lisa Rinna would say, hustle hustle hustle!
So when I am taking daily cash baths like Scrooge McDuck, here's how I plan to spend by hard earned dough.
A top-of-the-line Dyson vacuum cleaner—NOT a maid.
Weekly massage appointments—NOT daily sessions with a personal trainer.
A commercial grade juicer—NOT a
And that's it! Just when things were getting juicy (HA!).
But what was I going for with that juicer comment? Clearly, I didn't get around to completing the thought. Maybe it was going to be, A commercial grade juicer—NOT a live-in chef.
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| Image by Food Thinkers via Flickr |
I guess we'll never know for sure.
Bye,
Margaret
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