Have you seen the new movie Lottery Ticket?
I haven’t. And don’t laugh, but I want to. I’m sure it will be dumb, dumb, dumb, and I will be filled with movie remorse like I always am when I pick out bad movies, which I always do. It’s a gift of mine.
In case you haven’t heard of the movie, here’s the trailer for it.
I’d like to think that if I won the lottery I would have a tad bit of self-restraint and not go spending my money like a wild boar hog.
A few days back, it was flying around the rumor mill here in my little town that someone won a million dollar scratch-off from the gas station at the Walmarts. Then lo and behold, it was confirmed on the news. The fellow chose not to have his name released. Which makes him a pretty fart smeller.
I remember watching a documentary of lotto winners and what happened to them after the madness of the moment. The ones on this documentary are all dirt broke today. Poor people just don’t know what to do when handed a wind-fall like a lottery win. They start buying boats, houses, cars, jets, taking trips, drinking fancy wines. And then they must deal with all the people who come out of the woodwork with their hands out. Before they know it, they’re back to being broke and often times in more debt than before they won.
Which reminds me of my dogs.
This is Drew Miller on the left, named by my niece after one of her pre-school friends.
The one on the right is Grace.
I like this picture because it just shows the guilt on their faces. They’re always guilty of something.
They are probably the two stupidest animals on the planet. They are “outside” dogs, and for good reason. They’re hairy and hyper. I would like to think they’re house-broke, but last night they proved me wrong. When the weather gets downright brutal, we let them come in. Drew cannot really be trusted, (he’s a chewer) so we shut him up in the bathroom. Grace is more trustworthy and obedient, so she sleeps in the closet, by choice. The last time they came in, my husband, J-Dub found dog dookey in the living room the next morning. It belonged to Grace we know, since Drew was locked up in the bathroom.
Last night, we let them in again, and Grace went and peed right behind Jason’s chair where she had laid claim as her potty spot from the last cold snap. As soon as Drew got a whiff of that, he hiked his leg and peed right on my husband’s recliner. He didn’t even try to sneak. He just out and out peed on the chair. Right before his eyes.
Needless to say, I figure they got pretty chilly last night.
My husband’s famous words, “They can’t handle prosperity.”
Just like a poor boy with a winning lotto ticket.
Angel Wheeler 