This past weekend, I had the great pleasure of having Skepchick Carr2D2, and her husband Tim3PO come stay at my house for a few days to celebrate Moose’s (my son’s) 2nd birthday. Yesterday, they had to leave, and I miss them. I miss all the Skepchicks… we live too far apart to see each other very often.
To solve this, I’ve proposed that when Mr. Elyse and I the lotto, we will purchase a large piece of land and build a giant house on it for all the Skepchicks to live.Â I’ve already dubbed it Skepchick Island. I’m going to buy us all new MacBooks, too.
I’ve never bought a lotto ticket in my life, actually, however my husband plays pretty regularly. Neither one of us really believes we’ll hit a multi-million dollar jackpot, but we still talk about our plans for when it happens.
I used to date a guy that said, “The dollar is worth the dream.” And I tend to agree. From the time you buy the ticket until you check your numbers, that little piece of paper has the potential to give you the power to do all the things you’ve wanted to do but couldn’t because it’s financially irresponsible or financially impossible. Finally you could buy that house, take that vacation, start that business, or move all the Skepchicks to an island.
Do you agree? Is the dream that comes with buying a lotto ticket worth the dollar you put into it? Or are the odds too ridiculous to bother? Do you play? Do you have a “when it happens” plan?