Further evidence that money cannot buy taste.
There is now a show on tv called How the Lottery Changed My Life or something like that. Why would coming into millions of dollars make you decide that having a bowling alley in your house is a good way to show off your nouveau riche status? Wasn't the room dedicated to Elvis Presley memorabilia enough? And what's with all those damn Tiffany lamps? I wanted to look away, I really did, but I was hypnotized by all the turrets and six car garages.
Do you think that everybody who suddenly becomes wealthy beyond their wildest dreams suddenly feels the need to be as ostentatious as possible? Is this a valid reason for me to continue my vow to never buy a lottery ticket in my life?
And if you did suddenly come into millions and millions, and decided you needed some new digs, what would you look for?
I think I would go for an oceanside condo in Seattle and one of these sweet Frank Lloyd Wright houses.
There's a massive batch of five alarm chili bubbling away on the stove and the Grey Cup is about to kick off. I still wish it would have been Edmonton vs Calgary because how often do you see two teams from the same province in this east vs west final? Weird and wonderful it would have been.
Because I have not shamelessly promoted myself for a few days now, I urge you to head over to The Bookworm Collective , where I have posted another book review. And it's actually a Canadian book, too, so I am finally on the scoreboard in John's Canadian Book Challenge side project. But I've got a pile of catching up to do.