Happiness cannot be bought, but you can steam clean your carpets with a rented Rug Doctor and that's worth it in the end.

From 500 Writing Prompts: 

I would love to jump into a pile of...hm, well my knee-jerk reaction is money, who wouldn't love to jump into a pile of money, because that would mean I own a pile of money, but the prompt says nothing about the contents of the pile belonging to me. 

"Money doesn't buy you happiness, but at least you'll have nice things to wear while you're depressed." That's from a Dolly Parton movie, I'm not going to look up which one because I'm trying to stick to my one hour of writing and blog entry-ing every day and I don't think it truly counts as a full hour of writing if I'm looking up Dolly Parton movies and trying to find amusing pictures.

Of course the pile of money is only useful for me if it's USD.
If it's Weimar Republic papiermarks or something of that ilk, it's pretty useless.

Yes, money doesn't buy you happiness. I think a more realistic statement is happiness cannot be bought. What money can bring is relative peace of mind. When you don't have to worry about paying the bills, when you're not constantly plagued by a varying level of anxiety over the possibility of your car breaking down or your furnace dying in November or developing gall stones severe enough to need surgery--all things that have happened in our family... if you don't have to be anxious about an emergency wiping out your savings... if you get to know that you can retire and not have to eat cat food and freeze to death... it's a hell of a lot easier to rest at night.

We've gotten off track. A bit. So, honestly I don't know that I'd LOVE to jump into a pile of anything, if it wasn't a pile of money that I'd earned. What's a thing that I like? Kittens, kittens are lovely, but I'm not going to jump into a pile of kittens. First of all, it would injure the kittens. But how do make a big enough pile of kittens for there to be a possibility of jumping into? Wouldn't the kittens at the bottom get smothered? And kittens are squirmy. So squirmy. So, not kittens.

Do not jump in the kittens, you monster.

Kids usually like jumping into a pile of leaves, in fact I have fond memories and pictures even, of my own children in piles of leaves. But as a grown up....rolling around in scratchy leaves that possibly have bugs in them and which I'd then have to rake up myself...no. Not leaves.

How about silk? How about jumping into a pile of silk, just a pile of silk fabric? Silk is lovely, it feels delicious on skin. I was going to say silk and fur, but I don't need animals to die just so I can roll around on their skins. But silk, yes. 

Aaaannnd....I still have thirty-four minutes left to go. You know, I think this would be better if I wrote my actual stories for an hour. I still want to do a daily blog entry, but I don't want to just keep thrashing away at the keys to make sure I get an entire hour in. That would make a really boring blog entry, I feel. Really long and boring.

I'm going to make the executive decision to end this entry ahead of the timer. I did my three long hand Morning Pages this morning. I have an online course on creating a bullet journal I'm in the middle of and I just collected all my materials. I need to make my inspiration dashboard.