This is a picture of me holding a check. The significance of this check is that it was issued to me for the book I wrote. This means that I have not only done a good amount of writing, but I have been paid for it. For one day at least I can hold my head up high and say: I was an English major, dammit, and I have no regrets.
Provided the check does not bounce, the missus and I are a little richer than we were yesterday.
Regrettably, I will not be able to retire on this check. I will, however, be able to afford a few choice items that just yesterday were extravagances:
A belt sander
A 9mm Glock
Clearly the person who said money can't buy happiness never had: 1) a wall that needs sanding, 2) a really cold head or 3) a score to settle.
Now if you'll excuse me, McBoners, I've got some background checks to pass!