Money. What is it good for?

So, listening to the radio this morning on the drive in to work, and the djs are debating whether having lots of money makes a person happy or not.

Having never had lots of it, I'd err on the side of fucking right it would. I make an average to below average salary, as does, oh, say, 98% of the population, and there's pretty much nothing left after paying for daycare, car, gas, utilities, the mortgage and copious amounts of alcohol in which to deal with the stress of worrying constantly about THE BILLS.

I don't need or want to be obscenely wealthy, but damn, it'd be nice to be able to go on a vacation and buy a really ugly, tacky, useless souvenir that I just have to have because the sun in the Caymans has fried my brain of any sort of restrained taste and that enormous bookcase made from conch shells and seaweed would look fabulous in our bedroom. Really, it would!

Until such time as a trip to the Cayman Islands, or, you know, Massena, New York is possible, I'll be the one you see in the liquor store, sorting through the cheap bins.

'Total amount due' is easier to read when you're smashed.