If I Had a Million Dollars

Well, hello there!
I know, it's been A WHILE since I've last written. One reason is because my husband got me a Nook for my birthday and I usually use that while he takes the laptop to work. It's a little more difficult to type large bodies of words on the Nook. And even when the laptop's at home, I haven't had much inspiration lately to write. But now that I'm back, I'm sure you're just on the edge of your seat waiting to hear...er...read more of the inner workings of my mind (scary, I know!).
I come to you today because my husband is a horrible person. Yes, you read correctly. I'm calling my husband a horrible person. I called him that to his face last night. Maybe you could blame hormones, but I think this is true. Why on Earth would I call my dearest this? Well, because he is.
Okay, let me back up. Last night we were talking about winning the lottery. Yep, one of those conversations. Come on, you've had them before, even if with yourself. We were talking about what we'd do if we won and how we'd spend our hypothetical winnings. Here's where my horrible husband comes in. Now, we've talked about this many times before, and usually when it's brought up again the same lists and amounts are said (we just like to remind ourselves about our plans so we're set when it does happen I guess!). I brought up giving to the family as I always do. Mike became a little skeptical. Horrible. I finally managed to get him to agree giving to ALL the family, as opposed to just our parents. Horrible. But guys, if you're reading this, when the day comes don't expect a whole lot. Horrible.
Next, we moved on to charities. We'd come up with a list of charities that we both agreed on that we'd give to, including but not limited to: giving to The Summit (our church), St. Jude's, WWF, American Cancer Society, etc. Last night, he had me narrow it down to three. Horrible. Then, again he limited the amounts given to each. Horrible. I also started naming friends and such that I would give to and before I could even mention a few people, he wanted to know exactly how many people he was giving his money to. Horrible.
So the hypothetical number we were going off of was $50 million (after taxes, of course). FIFTY MILLION DOLLARS, PEOPLE!!! And my husband didn't really want to share, even if it is hypothetical money!
Sorry, it actually was kind of comical how miserly he was being and I was silently laughing the whole time he objected to my plans. In reality, it's probably a good thing that he's so restricting with the money because, to tell you the truth, if we do win, I'd want to spread the love! It's not that Mike doesn't want to give, he just has his pockets sewn a little tighter than mine, even if hypothetically speaking.