What would I do? Hmmm. What would I do? I would buy some new mascara. I need some of that. And I guess I could use some new shoes. Of course I would buy a new house! That way when my mother comes to stay she wouldn't have to choose between sleeping in Cohen's room and running the risk of being talked to death or sleeping in the lounge room and very likely being humped in the face by Cheesecake the lonely cat. Yes, a bigger house would be nice.
I could really use a tropical holiday. WITHOUT children. Me and the lover-man would go to one of those spa resorts in the islands where the children are not allowed. Not like it's for swingers or anything, no. Just no kids. Only blissful peace and quiet and cocktails on tap. Ahhhh, I'm drooling at the thought.
After all that is done I would be getting pretty business savvy! Yep just call me Percy Pie Fingers! From producing plays, making and dealing art, publishing some books....the list goes on. Now to get that damn five million!
Oh and of course I would give some to charity. All kinds. But probably charities for sick people or people with sick children.
Mariana - I would go crazy. My mind would explode. I would waste it all and end up in rehab. I just know I couldn't cope with having five million dollars given to me. It would majorly stress me out. Who would I give money to? Which charities would I donate to? Who would I tell? Would my friends still be my friends? How would I know if the friends I made were friends with me for real? I would need to be given a more reasonable amount - like a hundred grand. I could handle that.