What Goes Around

I feel an obligation to tell you this. Today, less than 24 hours after I posted the previous little piece on why I'm thankful I have things so much better than lots of people, I got slapped on the back the head by karma. I opened up my glasses case, and lo and behold, my frames were broken. Now that's freaky. It gave me an idea, though: Man, I would absolutely HATE to be a millionaire. Yessir, that would just be the most terrible thing in the universe. I don't think I could handle it. No way, no how would I EVER want to be a millionaire. I sure hope that doesn't happen...