So it is official: I’m addicted to the Powerball. It started out innocently enough. One ticket when the drawing was really high. Lately no one has been winning. So the jackpot keeps going up. So every time I get gas I get a Powerball ticket. Dollar and a dream, right?
Saturday I actually got a number too! Actually not one number, but three numbers! Seven bucks right there. That’s pretty much what I’ve spent on tickets so far. I split even. So what did I do? That’s right…I let it roll baby. I let it roll…….
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I never play the lottery. I’m one of those consipracy theorists who believes that no one actually wins. Also, the one or two times I’ve actually played (only because someone bought the tickets for me) I get all worked up thinking I might actually win and then when I don’t I become depressed for several days. Whomever said “money can’t buy happiness” was full of crap.