It’s Friday. I have craploads of work to do today, Mister Liberty Girl has a project deadline, Liberty Son has makeup schoolwork, and Liberty Daughter has a soccer tournament this weekend, so the following presentation is in lieu of actual content.
Knowing, as we do, that it is more likely we’ll be eaten by a T-Rex than win the lottery, Mister Liberty Girl and I still find it amusing to occasionally indulge in the What-If game. (C’mon, you’ve all done it.)
Land would be right there on the top of the list. With a Big Fucking Fence around it. Next would be the house I’ve been working on since I was a design student in college, based on ancient Roman structures with a huge garden space in the center of an open square building. Oh the bathroom this house would have… Huge, warm, not-slippery, tons of water, air dryers, etc. If you’ve read Heinlein’s Time Enough For Love then you’ve read about both the house and the bathroom.
Yes, I am a Heinlein devotee, as is Mister Liberty Girl. Deal.
The kitchen would likewise be a granite-topped, mahogany-cabineted, super-gadgeted haven for cooks. And it’d have one of these things.
Dedicated water line. Bean hopper. Water reservoir for a proper steam. And a guy who comes out every other Thursday to service the damned thing.
So, what would you all do with your lottery winnings?
UPDATE: Mister Liberty Girl has requested a “metric assload” of these for the CompoundTM perimeter.
