I’m not a “gambler”. I buy a lotto ticket once in a blue moon. On my way to town for a hair appointment, I had to stop and get gas. I had an extra $4 after I put a whopping $70 in my tank, so I bought 2 scratch tickets. I do that from time to time when I’m feeling wasteful.

I was driving down the road and started scratching (I can scratch and drive at the same time– Talent, y’all). The first card was a dud. I didn’t even win the $2 I spent on the stupid thing. So I started scratching the next card. I scratched one area and noticed I had won $50! I immediately got on the phone and called Jeremy to tell him. As I’m on the phone, I start scratching a few more areas (I can drive, scratch, and talk on the phone all at the same time). I kept winning. And winning. And winning! I couldn’t even keep track in my head with how much I’d won (apparently I can’t drive, scratch, talk on the phone AND do math at the same time). So I pulled over and started reading off the numbers to Jeremy. He did the math for me (there’s a real good reason I majored in English in college).

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I WON $700!!!! No freakin’ kidding! I was SOOOOO stoked I drove right to the store to get my money. Apparently anything over $599 requires you sending the ticket off for the money. I was bummed about that because, HELLO!? I want the dough NOW! But, alas, I will have to wait 3 weeks for the money. Which will go into savings for my son’s braces, will buy some new tires for my old man’s truck, or a new vacuum because mine died yesterday. So, at least it came when we needed it, I guess!