I'd like to drive a car without crumbs on the floor, or without a dent in the front bumper (it's a total mystery how that happened, but my money's on very lumpy air), but fancy? Meh.
Do I want a bigger house? Maybe if it was on a lake. I can't deny that would be cool, until Lucy realized there was water nearby, and walked straight in until it was over her head.
That wouldn't be cool.
No, fancy cars, big houses, la-de-dah clothes, these aren't the things I yearn for, and won't be the signal (to myself) that we've Made It.
What will be the signal that I've arrived?
When the cleaning lady does.
***AMY! YOU WON LUNCHBOX NOTES!***
