I want to be rich.
I want to be rich so I can fly down to Scottsdale once a month for a thorough body exfoliation and a knot-erasing, knuckle cracking deep tissue massage that makes my skin feel smooth and my mind clear.
I want to be rich so that I can pay the daily $49 fee to work out in their high-tech gym where every piece of equipment has its own TV and there's a steam room, sauna, aromatherapy room, Swedish showers and a waterfall.
I want to be rich so I don't have to worry that I might be out of a job come Thursday.
I want to be rich so that I don't have to sign up for the Fairmont President's Club to save 10% off all treatments at the Willow Stream Spa, to buy $100 Spa Finder gift certificate vouchers at Costco for $80, and to bring a big tote bag to fill with water bottles because I'm too cheap to spend $4 on mini bar water since Scottsdale tap tastes icky.
I want to be rich. Will you show me how?